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BV  4501  .M36  1858 
Mallard,  Harriet. 
Scripture  tests  of  Christia 
discipleship  . . 


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SCRIPTURE    TESTS 


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CHRISTIAN    DISCIPLESHIP. 


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BY  HARRIET  MALLARD. 


Titus,  ii:  11-14. —"For  the  grace  of  God  that  bringeth  salvation  hath 
appeared  to  all  men, 

"  Teaching  us  that,  denying  ungodliness  and  worldly  lusts,  we  should  live 
soberly,  righteously,  and  godly,  in  this  present  world; 

"  Lo'oking  for  that  blessed  hope,  and  the  glorious  appearing  of  the  great  God 
and  our  Saviour  Jesus  Christ ; 

"  Who  gave  himself  for  us,  that  he  might  redeem  us  from  aU  iniquity,  and 
purify  unto  himself  a  peculiar  people,  zealous  of  good  works." 


BOSTON  : 
PRINTED  BY  BAZIN    &   CHANDLER, 

1858. 


Entered  according  to  Act  of  Congress,  in  the  year  1858, 

BY  HARRIET  MALLARD, 

In  the  Clerk's  Office  of  the  District  Court,  for  the  District  of  Massachusetts. 


INTRODUCTION 


"  Search  the  Scriptvres ,  for  in  them  ye  think  ye  have  eternal  life;  and  they 
are  they  that  testify  of  me.''' 

Search  the  Scriptures  !    You  will  see 
They  fully  testify  of  me. 
'Tis  there  you  hope  the  "  Pearl,"  to  find, — 
The  life,  for  you,  that  heaven  design'd. 
Then  ssarch  the  volume  richly  stored 
With  types  and  shadows  of  your  Lord,  — 
And  gem'd  with  promises  most  sweet, 
Where  truth  and  grace  in  beauty  meet. 

When  morning  stars  together  sung, 
And  yonder  azure  arch  was  hung, 
And  studded  with  those  brilliant  rays, 
I  was  the  "  Ancient,"  then,  of  days  ; 
I  counsel'd  then  the  beauteous  plan. 
And  fashioned  Eden's  bower  for  man. 

And  when  his  Paradise  was  lost,  — 

Of  sin  the  fearful,  fearful  cost,  — 

'Twas  then  in  mercy  render'd  plain 

The  spoiler  should  be  bruised  and  slain  ; 

And  there,  in  living  lines,  you'll  see 

They  early  testify  of  me. 

And  when  the  seventh,  the  day  of  rsst. 

Was  given,  and  sanctified,  and  bless'd. 

You'll  see  a  token  of  that  Sabbath  peace 

For  you,  in  me,  when  types  and  shadows  cease. 

Search  where  the  righteous  Abel  lies, 
The  heaven-accepted  sacrifice, 
With  off'ering  there  which  faith  had  brought, 
A  type  of  me,  the  Christ  was  fraught. 


INTRODUCTION. 


Search  all  the  ancient  Scripture  ground 
Where  faith,  or  trembling  hope,  hath  found 
An  alter,  where  the  typic  flood 
Hath  brought  the  sinner  near  to  God, 
Who  by  his  everlasting  love 
Looked  on  the  spotless  lamb  —  the  dove,  — 
Each  bleeding  victim,  brought  and  given, 
Tlu'ough  which  to  crave  the  grace  of  heaven. 

I  am  that  Rock  by  Moses  named  — 

The  same  that  David  blessed  and  claimed  — 

The  Rock  of  Ages, — which  they  tried 

And  found  no  saving  help  denied. 

The  shadow  in  the  weary  land,  — 

The  "  wall  of  fire"  —  the  shelt'ring  hand  — 

The  '*  Corner  Stone, "  eternal  laid 

In  Zion,  for  thy  trust  alone  ; 

No  other  name  is  given,  —  is  known. 

Whereby  ye  may  be  saved  —  be  shriven, — 

I  am  the  "  Door"  —  the  way  to  H  ;aven. 

Oh  !  Thou,  the  Christ,  thus  typified. 
Thou  art  the  Fount  of  Life,  supplied 
By  love's  immortal  springs,  that  rise 
In  the  unfading  Paradise  ; 
The  River,  flowing  pure  and  clear,  — 
The  throne  of  God,  forever  near,  — 
Immanuel,  —  Saviour  —  Prince  of  Peace,  — 
Now  shadowy  forms  forever  cease  ! 

The  Scriptures  —  record  of  thy  power 
And  grace  divine,  for  mortal  dower  — 
Are  conduits  from  that  heavenly  sea, 
Pilled  by  the  co-eternal  Three 
Thy  holy  Book  —  Thy   heavenly  word  — 
'Tis  filled  with  Thee,  my  Saviour,  Lord. 


INTRODUCTION. 


Guide  me,  Thou  Spirit  of  Almighty  Grace, 

Illumine  as  the  sacred  page  I  trace  ; 

This,  this,  blest  Jesus,  lights  the  lines  so  fair, 

I  read  thy  tokens,  types,  and  shadows  there. 

And  where  no  symbol  points  direct  to  thee 

I  trace  some  beautiful  analogy. 

The  Ark  —  when  rising  on  the  flood, 

And  bearing  high  the  church  of  God  — 

Speaks  thy  redeeming  power  to  save. 

To  ransom  from  the  tomb,  the  grave. 

This  holy  type  attracts  me  most :  — 
The  Paschal  Blood-besprinkled  post ; 
Of  all  with  which  thy  book  is  stored. 
This  speaks  the  plainest  of  my  Lord. 
The  Lamb  of  God  for  sinners  slain, 
Whose  tokens  ne'er  were  set  in  vain. 
That  time  and  death  shall  not  remove 
The  gift  divine  of  saving  love  ; 
The  seal  of  sanctifying  grace, 
Lnpress  that  sin  may  not  efface. 

And  where  thy  people,  safe,  and  free 
From  bondage,  pass  the  swelling  sea,  — 
I  read  a  glorious  token  there. 
That  thou  wilt  evermore  prepare 
A  way,  —  the  way  I  must  pursue. 
And  bear  the  fearful  surges  through  j 
All  who  in  true  contrition  see 
Their  perishing  —  their  need  of  Thee. 

And  when  but  bitter  waters  found  — 
A  barren  waste,  extending  round,  — 
The  cry  of  faith  was  sent  to  Heaven, 
How  soon  the  sweet'nine:  branch  was  given ; 


INTRODUCTION. 


So  may  each  wave  of  care  or  grief 
Drive  me  to  Thee,  for  sweet  relief,  — 
And  find  the  manna  scattered  near 
Both  daily  bread,  and  grace  to  cheer. 

There,  where  the  water  from  the  rock, 
Burst  full  and  clear,  to  bless  thy  flock  — 
The  smitten  rock  to  symbolize 
The  river  that  thy  love  supplies  — 
It  followed  them  the  desert  through, 
The  path  thy  hand  in  wonders  drew, 
And  there  refreshed,  at  weary  night, 
Led  by  the  fiery  pillar's  light ; 

0  !  glorious  imagery  of  heaven. 
What  proof  of  love  to  sinners  given  ! 

Thy  Word,  my  faith,  my  love  refines, 

1  read  thy  name  in  mystic  lines  ; 
There,  where  the  fragrant  incense  rise 
With  the  Mosaic  sacrifice, 

I  read,  enwrapt  with  awe  profound  ; 

I  trace  the  consecrated  ground 

Where  Thy  redeeming,  gracious  power 

Supplied  the  heaven-built,  glorious  bower 

Pavilion  for  thy  shelter'd  flock, 

O,  Thou,  the  Christ  —  the  Heavenly  Rock. 

There,  where  prophetic,  melting  fire. 

Has  strung  to  heavenly  strains  the  lyre, 

My  trusting  spirit  joys  to  see. 

And  hails  each  note  that  sings  of  Thee, 

That  psalmist  sweet  of  Israel's, 

My  soul  with  hope  and  rapture  fills  ; 

His  kingly  harp,  of  thrilling  lays, 

Is  set  to  my  Redeemer's  praise 


THE    SPIRIT    BIRTH. 


"  Ye  must  be  born  again.'''' 

Without  this  new,  this  Spirit  birth, 
Lost,  fallen  child  of  sin,  of  earth, 
Thy  soul  must  meet  a  fearful  dearth, 

"  Ye  must  be  born  again  ;" 
Be  born  of  God  —  born  from  above  ; 
To  Christ  must  yield  thy  heart,  thy  love, 
By  faith  must  come,  no  more  to  rove, — 

All  other  trust  is  vain. 

Thy  heart,  upon  his  altar  laid, 
A  free-will  offering  must  be  made, 
To  Him  who  hath  thy  ransom  paid. 

Would  you  His  peace  partake  ; 
To  find  the  safe  abiding  place  — 
Pavilion  of  the  heavenly  grace  — 
Lit  by  His  own  life-giving  face,  — 

Thy  sins  ye  must  forsake. 

Discipled,  then  'tis  not  in  vain. 

Thy  hope  to  reach  the  blissful  plain  — 

The  heavenly  kingdom  to  obtain. 

And  favored  thou  may'st  "  test," 
If  heart  and  mind  are  thus  renewed. 
And  fully  with  His  love  imbued. 
And  seeds  of  charity  are  strewed. 

Thy  call  to  lasting  rest. 


HEAVENLY   PITY. 


HEAVENLY  PITY. 


"  Like  as  a  father  pitieth  his   children,  so  the  Lord  pitieth  them 
that  fear  Hirn.^^ 

The  tenderest  pulse  that  pity  moves, 

Where  love  paternal  reigns, 
And  binds  the  filial,  fostered  band 

In  fondest,  tenderest  chains, 
Is  but  an  emblem,  shadowy,  faint, 

Of  that  sweet,  sacred  tide. 
That  flows  for  those  that  fear  the  Lord, 

The  Tree  of  Life  beside. 

Divine  compassion  —  peace  and  love, — 

Garnered  in  heavenly  store  — 
For  all  that  trust,  that  seek  His  face. 

Through  Christ,  the  only  Door, — 
Dispensed  by  the  Almighty  Hand, 

When  Faith  with  upward  wing. 
Approaches  near  the  mercy  seat. 

Ventures  the  heart  to  bring. 

Then  children,  heirs  of  Him,  our  God, 

Within  the  walls  are  found, 
Of  that  pavilion  of  His  grace. 

Built  on  Immanuel's  ground  ; 
Where  the  parental  heart  of  Heaven 

Immortal  food  supplies. 
Water  from  Mercy's  lasting  fount, 

That  wastes  not  —  never  dies  ! 


THY   SINS   ARE   FORGIVEN   THEE. 


'•  THY  SINS  ARE  FORGIVEN  THEE." 


If  drops  of  contrition 

Now  truly  attest, 
That  light  of  the  Spirit 

Hath  entered  thy  breast, 
Dispelling  the  darkness 

That  mantled  so  deep, 
The  heart,  that,  now  broken, 

Can  tenderly  weep. 

Then  joy  thee,  sad  mourner 

Thy  penitent  tears 
Are  treasured  in  heaven  ; 

Now  banish  thy  fears, — 
Thy  pardon  most  freely, 

Most  fully,  is  given, 
Now  rest  thee  securely, 

Thou  art  saved  —  thou'rt  shriven, 

Thy  sins  are  forgiven  thee. 

And  angels  employ. 
They  tune  their  glad  harps 

To  anthems  of  joy  ; 
They  hailed  the  blest  hour 

That  gave  thee  new  birth, — 
They'll  watch  thee,  and  guide  thee. 

Once  lost  one  of  earth. 


10  WHO  IS  THIS. 


WHO  IS  THIS? 


Who  is  this,  before  whose  power 
Death,  disease,  and  sin  retires, 

While  his  word  a  heavenly  dower, 
Hope  of  lasting  life  inspires  ? 

Who  is  this,  that  bids  the  tempest 

Cease, —  that  bids  the  waves  be  still, — 

Speaks  to  humble  spirits  pardon, — 
Deigns  with  joy  the  soul  to  fill  ? 

Who  is  this,  whose  word  is  melting 
Hearts  that  long  were  hard  and  sear  ? 

While  the  promise  of  salvation, 
Sorrows  darkest  hour  can  cheer. 

Who  is  this,  thus  claiming  honors, 

Praise,  and  worship  —  clothed  in  power? 

Who  is  this,  thus  speaking  blessings. 
Shedding  mercy's  heavenly  shower  ? 

'Tis  the  Prophet,  meek  and  lowly, — 

He  that  dwelt  in  Galilee, — 
Jesus  Christ,  whom  God  anointed, 

With  the  Holy  Spirit  free. 

'Tis  the  Lamb  of  God, —  behold  Him, 
Sent  of  heaven,  strong  to  redeem ; 

He  whom  all  the  angles  worship, — 
Lovest  thou  the  incarnate  theme  ? 


IT   IS  I,   BE   NOT   AFRAID.  11 

All  ye  sick,  and  sad,  aud  weary, 

Perishiug,  and  poor,  and  blind. 
When  ye  humbly  thus  receive  Him, 

You  the  bread  of  life  will  find. 


IT  IS  L  BE  NOT  AFRAID." 


Once,  upon  the  raging  billow. 
Rocked  a  trembling  fisher's  bark ; 

Unbelief,  sad,  doubting,  fearful, 

Row'd  and  toiled,  the  night  was  dark. 

Walking  on  the  waters  —  heaving 
Mountains  high  —  a  form  appears, 

Spirit-like,  the  crew  surprising ; 
But  a  voice  —  'tis  heavenly,  cheers ! 

"  It  is  I,"  fear  not,  beloved, 

"  It  is  I,"  and  what  shall  harm  ; 

It  is  Jesus, —  they  receive  him. 
And  forget  their  wild  alarm. 

Still  this  glorious  friend,  the  Saviour, 
Seeks  the  sorrowing,  fainting  heart — 

Meets  it  on  life's  troubled  ocean, 
Peace  eternal  to  impart. 


12  WHAT   THINK    YE   OP   CHRIST. 

Pilgrim !  hath  thy  weary  spirit 
Sin  sick  turned,  his  hand  to  greet, 

He  will  lead  thee,  guide  and  shelter, 
Till  in  heaven  ye  find  a  seat. 


WHAT  THINK  YE  OF  CHRIST?" 


What  think  ye  of  Christ, 

Frail  children  of  earth  ? 
What  think  ye  of  Jesus, 

His  mission,  His  birth, 
His  love,  and  His  mercy, 

His  power,  and  His  grace ; 
Oh  !  have  ye  beheld  Him, — 

The  light  of  His  face? 

What  think  ye  of  Jesus  ? 

Know  ye  his  glad  voice  ? 
Is  he  now  your  portion, 

Your  hope,  and  your  choice ; 
And  is  he  beloved. 

And  is  he  adored ; 
Have  you  thus  received  Him, 

Your  Saviour  and  Lord  ? 

What  think  ye  of  Jesus  ? 

For  if  you  believe. 
Rich  blessings  and  mercies, 

With  Him  ye  receive. 


TAKE  UP  THY  CROSS  AND  FOLLOW  ME.     13 

Thy  Faith  is  the  anchor 

By  which  ye  may  "  Test," 
If  moorings  are  shelter' d 

For  the  heavenly  rest. 

What  think  ye  of  Jesus  ? 

Whose  favor  is  heaven, 
Whose  grace,  and  whose  mercy. 

Most  freely  are  given. 
'Tis  heaven  to  regard  Him, 

The  Eternal  One, 
And  Father  and  Spirit, 

Accept  in  the  Son. 


TAKE  UP  THY  CROSS  AND  FOLLOW  ME.' 


If  you  would  find  a  portion  there, 
Where  saints  his  face  behold. 

The  dear  Redeemer,  glorious,  fair. 
That  "  treasure  "  must  be  sold ! 

That  cherished  idol,  self, —  or  pride 
Or  passion, —  wealth,  or  power. 

May  not  with  heaven  thy  heart  divide. 
If  you  would  gain  its  bower. 

Of  everlasting  rest  and  life. 
Where  all  is  new  and  pure. 

Ye  must  renounce  the  hidden  strife, 
And  make  your  calling  sure. 


14  A   THIRST   FOR    RIGHTEOUSNESS. 

Deny  thyself,  and  take  thy  cross, 
And  follow  Christ,  the  Lord  ; 

Count  earthly  good  as  sold,  as  loss, 
And  keep  his  ways,  his  word. 

Obey  his  voice,  obey.his  will. 

And  set  before  thy  sight. 
And  by  his  gracious  help  fulfil 

His  precepts  pure  and  right. 

Oh  !  follow  in  his  steps,  they  lead 
Where  fruits  of  love  abound, — 

Where  pity's  charms,  and  kindly  deeds, 
Where  sacred  things  are  found. 


A  THIRST  FOR  RIGHTEOUSNESS. 


Blessed  are  they  that  do  hunger  and  thirst  after  righteousness 
for  they  shall  be  filled.'''' 

If  sad  the  soul,  and  heavenly  joy 

Has  fled  the  stricken  heart ; 
If  trembling  fears  thy  hopes  destroy, 

And  faith  no  light  impart ; 

Still,  if  thy  hungry  spirit  pant 

For  perfect  righteousness, 
God  will  to  thee  most  freely  grant 

His  saving,  quickening  grace. 


LEARN   OF    ME.  15 


He  fills,  with  his  indwelling  peace, 
The  humble  minds  that  know 

Of  true  contrition's  gushing  tears 
From  wounded  breasts  that  flow. 

Opprest  with  conscious  guilt  and  sin, 
With  threatenings  of  the  word, 

Fear  not,  the  prize  you  yet  shall  win. 
Through  Him,  your  Saviour,  Lord. 


The  first  desire  that  heavenward  turns 

Is  kindled  to  a  flame, — 
The  feeblest  prayer,  God  never  spurns 

If  ofiered  in  His  name. 


LEARN    OF   ME. 


"  Learn  of  me,  for  I  am  meek  and  lowly  in  hearV 

When  Mary  chose  the  better  part, 
She  took  the  learner^s  seat, — 

She  gave  to  Thee  her  broken  heart. 
And  worshipped  at  Thy  feet. 

Like  Mary,  I  would  come  to  Thee  — 
Would  wait  to  know  thy  voice ; 

0  !  blest  Redeemer,  say  to  me : 
"  'Tis  yours,  the  better  choice  !" 


16  TO   WHOM   SHALL  WE   GO. 

And  then  the  powers  of  death,  of  earth, 

Shall  never  snatch  away, 
My  portion  fair,  of  priceless  worth. 

Which  ne'er  shall  know  decay. 

The  cank'ring  cares  of  life,  I  know, 
The  weeds  —  the  choking  thorn  — 

In  all  my  chequered  path  below, 
Of  strength  they  will  be  shorn. 

While  pleasures,  riches,  dazzling  lure, 

Shall  pass  unheeded  by, 
0  !  Thou,  my  Saviour,  holy,  pure, 

Be  Thou  forever  nigh. 

Disciple,  if  thy  contrite  heart 
Is  bow'd  before  the  Throne, 

He  will  not  bid  thee  hence  depart, 
Jesus  thy  name  will  own. 


TO  WHOM   SHALL  WE  GO. 


Lord,  to  whom  shall  we  go,  thou  hast  the  words  of  eternal 
life." 

To  whom.  Lord  Jesus,  shall  we  go, 

If  wc  from  Thee  depart. 
When  hopes  of  heaven  are  ebbing  low. 

When  crushed  and  broke  the  heart. 


TO   WHOM   SHALL  WE   GO.  17 

Where  is  the  staff,  so  firm,  or  reed 

On  which  to  lean  for  rest, 
That  shall  not  break,  and  leave  to  bleed 

The  pierced  and  wounded  breast. 

If  to  thy  holy  law,  so  pure, 

Our  naked  spirits  turn, 
'Tis  vain  we  seek  that  place  for  cure, 

Its  flames  before  us  burn. 

Sinai,  her  tablet,  lucid,  bright, 

No  sceptre  holds  of  grace. 
It  flashes  on  our  trembling  sight, 

Its  frowns  we  may  not  face. 

Oh,  Thou,  who  hast  of  life  the  word 

Eternal,  deign  to  spread 
Thy  cloud  of  mercy  now,  to  guard 

Each  weary,  fainting  head. 

Thy  robe  of  righteousness  complete, 

Alone  it  can  defend  ; 
Oh  !  hear  us,  from  thy  mercy  seat, 

Great  Mediator  —  Friend. 

Oh  !  shelter  us,  thou  mighty  rock, 

Here  in  tliis  desert  land, 
Great  shadow,  Shepherd  of  the  Flock, 

And  hold  us  by  thy  hand. 
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18  THE  SPIRIT   OF   FORGIVENESS. 

Forbid,  by  thy  Almighty  Name, 
That  we  depart  from  Thee, 

Thou  Son  of  God,  who  willing  came 
From  sin  and  death  to  free. 


THE  SPIRIT  OF  FORGIVENESS. 


And  he  kneeled  down  and  cried  with  a  loud  voice.  Lord  lay 
not  this  sin  to  their  charge.^' 

The  throne  of  the  eternal  God 

Dissolving  clouds  revealed. 
Above  the  stained,  beflooded  sod. 

On  which  the  martyr  kneeled. 

Jesus,  the  glorified,  appears 

At  the  right  hand  of  power. 
And  faith,  now  changed  to  sight,  it  cheers 

The  saint's  expiring  hour. 

That  spirit  which  the  holy  dove 

Had  made  its  dwelling  place. 
Before  it  wing'd  its  flight  to  prove 

Redemption's  full  embrace, — 

Though  visions  of  immortal  gain, 

They  fill  the  raptured  sight, 
And  from  the  bonds  of  flesh,  of  pain, 

The  suffering  soul  invite, — 


THE  SPIRIT   OF   FORGIVENESS.  19 


It  lingers  on  the  earthly  shore  — 

Its  mission  incomplete  — 
It  waits  one  ardent  prayer  to  pour 

Before  the  mercy  seat. 

Is  it  with  supplicating  voice, 
Which  death  it  hastes  to  stay  ? 

For  such  as  Christ  hath  made  their  choice, 
He  tarries  now  to  pray. 

Is  it  for  brother,  kindred,  friend, 

The  persecuted  pleads. 
Or  those  whose  kindly  tear-drops  blend. 

That  now  he  intercedes  ? 

The  murderous  horde, — for  mentally  blind 

For  perjured,  guilty  foe, — 
That  such  may  life-repentance  find  — 

May  God  and  mercy  know. 

Oh,  Christian !  bring  thy  walk,  thy  life, 

Here  for  a  scripture  test ! 
Can  love  for  hatred,  wrong,  and  strife, 

Prevail,  and  rule  thy  breast  ? 


20  CHRIST  THE  RESURRECTION. 


CHRIST  THE  RESURRECTION. 


•'  I  am  the  resurrection  and  the  Ufe.^'' 

Christ  is  the  Resurrection ; 

All  who  through  grace  believe, 
Though  death  presume  to  triumph, 

With  Him  they'll  rise  to  live. 

He  is  the  Resurrection, — 

And  death  shall  own  liis  power, 

And  yield  to  Him  the  victory 
In  his  appointed  hour. 

He  is  the  way  —  the  fountain 

Of  life,  of  endless  bliss  ; 
Dismiss  thy  trembling  fears 

If  thou  believest  this. 

He  is  the  Resurrection ; 

All  who  obey  —  believe  — 
Earnest  of  life  eternal 

From  Him  they  here  receive. 

Weep  not  for  Him  that  sleepeth. 

For  he  shall  rise  again  ; 
Christ  is  the  resurrection. 

The  tyrant's  bars  are  vain. 

Believest  thou  this  mourner  ? 

Then  let  thy  tears  be  dried. 
He'll  own  thee  his  Disciple, — 

Jesus,  the  glorified. 


THE   PERFECT   GIFT.  21 


THE  PERFECT  GIFT. 


*'  Thy  faith  hath  saved  thee.^* 

Thy  faith  hath  saved  thee.     Go  in  peace  ; 

Thou'rt  washed,  thou  'rt  cleansed,  forgiven. 
Lord,  grant  to  all  like  precious  faith, 

This  "  perfect  gift "  of  Heaven. 

Dark  !  dark,  indeed,  life's  stormy  sea, 

All  tempest-tost  and  driven, 
But  for  this  gift,  this  glorious  gift, — 

Blest,  "  perfect  gift "  of  Heaven. 

The  purest  light  the  spirit  cheers. 

Wanes  like  the  queen  of  even ; 
And  flowery  hopes  they  die  away, 

Without  this  gift  of  Heaven. 

From  waves  of  death  and  dire  despair, 
We  Ve  else  no  sheltering  haven, — 

But  wings  of  faith  bear  us  away. 
Quite  near  the  gate  of  Heaven. 

By  faith  we  view  the  mansions  fair. 
Where  Righteous  Robes  are  given, — 

By  faith  we  know  we  '11  wear  one  there  — 
Our  faith  will  end  in  Heaven. 


22  AND  THEY  FORSOOK  ALL  AND  FOLLOWED  HIM. 


km  THEY  FORSOOK'ALL  AND  POLLOWED  HIM. 


'And  when  they  had  brought  their  ships  to  land  they  forsook  all 
and  followed  him.'' 

Their  ships  they  anchor'd  by  the  strand, 

Asked  not  the  scathe  or  loss ; 
They  left,  at  Jesus'  high  command, 

And  learned  to  bear  the  cross. 

Won  by  his  love,  —  the  Spirit's  voice  — 

Forsook  their  earthly  gain. 
And  made  the  yoke  of  Christ  their  choice 

A  Kingdom  to  obtain  ; 

Where  all  is  righteousness  and  peace. 

And  heavenly  armies  boast, — 
Where  perfect  bliss  shall  never  cease,  — 

Joy  in  the  Holy  Ghost. 

They  followed  not  for  golden  lure. 

But  for  the  bread  of  heaven,  — 
Of  life  the  water,  blessed,  pure, 

So  freely,  fully  given. 

They  learned  to  find  their  drink,  their  meat, 

Food  for  the  immortal  part. 
While  list'ning  at  the  Saviour's  feet, 

With  undivided  heart. 


UNION   WITH   CHRIST.  23 


If  you  would  his  Disciple  be, 

Presume  not  to  divide, 
That  heart  which  he  demands  of  thee, 

And  will  not  be  denied. 


UNION  WITH  CHRIST. 


Thertfore,  if  any  man  be  in  Christ,  he  is  a  new  creature.  Old 
things  have  passed  away,  behold  all  things  have  become 
new." 

Union  with  Christ,  the  living  vine, 

Whose  reconciling  grace 
Renews  and  sanctities  the  soul, 

For  heaven's  entire  embrace. 
Admits  not  of  the  former  flower, 

The  bud  or  poisonous  root, 
The  bitter  germ  of  sin  must  die  — 

The  vile,  unholy  shoot. 

That  life  is  now  the  breath  of  heaven, 

With  aspirations  new ; 
The  vision  cleared  from  films  of  death 

Hath  glorious  things  in  view ; 
Now  love,  and  joy,  and  righteousness, 

And  faith,  with  heavenward  wing, 
Around  the  spirit  born  of  God, 

What  blessedness  they  bring. 


24  SANCTIFICATION  OF   THE   SPIRIT. 

Supplanting  every  former  growth, 

Luxuriant  that  was  found, 
Where  angol  —  fallen  —  lost  and  driven  ■ 

Smiled  on  the  fruitful  ground, 
Pr  jlific  with  the  harvest  dire 

Of  most  unholy  grain, 
Rip'ning  for  death  and  dark  despair, 

Sorrow  and  lasting  pain. 


SANCTIFICATION  OF  THE  SPIRIT. 


"  But  ye  are  not  in  the  flesh,  but  the  spirit,  if  so  be  the  spirit  of 
God  dwell  in  you.  JVow,  if  any  man  hath  not  the  spirit  of 
Christ,  he  is  none  of  his." 

Where  Heaven  its  love  hath  shed  abroad. 

Spirit  of  saving  grace. 
There  is  a  Temple  built  for  God, 

A  consecrated  place. 

Law  of  the  Spirit,  —  Law  of  Life  — 

In  Christ  hath  made  it  free, 
From  law  of  sin,  and  death,  and  strife. 

Though  strong  their  bondage  be. 

Spirit  of  Him  who  raised  the  dead, 

By  his  life-giving  word, 
Jesus,  the  Lamb,  who  suffered,  bled  — 

The  Son  of  God,  our  Lord. 


FRUITS   OP    RIGHTEOUSNSS.  25 

Spirit  of  Life,  it  dwells  with  you  — 

You,  who  are  called  and  led 
By  Him,  the  righteous,  pure  and  true, 

The  Saviour,  Living  Head. 

Spirit  of  Faith,  adoption  clear. 
By  which  we  "  Father  "  cry,  — 

Spirit  of  "  Abba,  Father,  "  here, 
And  hope  above  the  sky. 

The  saving  hope —  the  sanctified, 

And  sanctifying  dower  — 
Fruit  of  renewing  grace  allied 

To  upper  Eden's  bower, 

Where  heirs  of  God  are  glorified, 

With  Jesus  Christ,  the  Son, 
Redeemed,  and  blessed,  and  justified, 

With  Him  forever  One. 


FRUITS  OF  RIGHTEOUSNESS. 


For  the  fruit  of  the  Spirit  is  in  all  goodness  and  righteousness 
and  truth.'" 

Where  Jesus  Christ,  the  Prince  of  Peace, 
Is  loved,  and  served,  and  known, 

The  goodly  seeds  of  righteousness 
For  heavenly  fruit  are  sown. 


26  THE   BREAD   OF   LIFE. 

Fruits  of  the  Spirit,  truth  sincere, 

With  every  kindred  grace. 
In  beauteous  clusters  now  appear, 

And  fill  the  sacred  place. 

That  "  Temple  of  the  Holy  Ghost  "— 
The  soul  that's  born  an  heir, 

With  Christ,  and  with  the  ransomed  host, 
To  mansions  high  and  fair. 

And  all  who  now  receive  this  word  — 
The  indwelling  power  of  grace  — 

Adorn  the  doctrines  of  the  Lord, 
His  holy  footsteps  trace. 

Where  God,  the  Spirit,  sets  the  seal 

Of  consecrating  love. 
Fruits  of  immortal  worth  reveal 

The  presence  of  the  "  Dove." 


THE  BREAD  OF  LIFE. 


"  7  am  that  bread  of  life." 

I  AM  the  life,  the  living  bread, 
For  your  salvation  given, — 

A  portion  for  the  hungry  soul. 
The  bread  that  came  from  heaven. 


THE   BREAD   OF   LIFE.  27 

Partakers  of  this  holy  food, 

Shall  live  forevcrmore ; 
My  flesh  is  meat, —  except  ye  share, 

You're  famishing  and  poor. 

These  words  I  speak,  of  flesh,  of  bread, 

They're  spirit,  they  are  life  : 
Ye  must  receive  this  gift  in  faith, 

With  blessedness  most  rife. 

Given  for  the  world  a  sacrifice. 

That  ye  may  never  die, — 
To  all  that  eat  believingly. 

My  grace  is  ever  nigh. 

As  by  my  Living  Father,  God, 

I  live  —  with  Him  abide  — 
So  you,  who  eat  by  faith  this  bread, 

With  me  are  firm  allied. 

To  whom,  oh.  Saviour,  should  we  go. 

To  find  eternal  rest  ? 
Thou  Son  of  God,  the  bread  of  heaven, 

To  which  he  doth  attest. 

The  Spirit  —  blessed  comforter  — 

The  Witness  with  the  Son  — 
And  with  the  Father,  Mighty  God, 

Now  and  forever  One. 


28  COME  TO  THE   ALTAK. 


COME  TO  THE  ALTAR. 


"  The  sacrifices  of  God  are  a  broken  spirit.''* 

Come  to  the  altar  of  the  Lord, 
And  hear  his  faithfuhiess  record  ; 
Ye  shall  of  loving  kindness  sing, 
When  contrite,  you,  this  offering  bring. 

A  heart  with  true  repentance  broke. 
That  comes  His  spirit  to  invoke, 
Shall  hear  His  pardoning,  saving  voice, 
And  in  His  righteousness  rejoice. 

He'll  sanctify  thy  waiting  soul  — 
Thy  trembling  fears  and  doubts  control  - 
"Will  make  thee  purer,  far,  than  snows, 
And  lead  to  where  the  fountain  flows, 

The  Fount  of  Life  —  the  "  smitten  rock"- 
To  Christ,  the  Shepherd  of  that  flock 
That  feed  in  valleys,  heavenly  sheen, 
"  Beside  deep  waters  "  —  ever  green. 


THE   PURE   IN   HEART.  29 


THE  PURE  IN  HEART. 


*'  Blessed  are  the  pure  in  heart,  Jor  they  shall  see  God. 

Would  you  walk  with  God  below  — 

Would  you  His  presence  share  ; 
His  love  and  peace  and  favor  know, 

And  go  and  see  him  there 
Where  life  immortal,  righteousness, 

Forever  shall  endure. 
And  songs  divine  shall  never  cease, — 

In  heart  ye  must  be  pure  ; 
Be  pardoned,  cleansed,  and  sanctified. 

By  Faith,  that  works  by  Love, — 
Deceit  and  guile  may  not  divide 

The  soul  born  from  above. 
Heirs  to  that  heavenly  heritage, 

Where  sin  is  never  known. 
And  harps  and  robes  of  light  are  given. 

Around  the  Eternal  Throne, — 
They  will  be  humble,  holy,  mild. 

Meek  charity  impart. 
With  heart  and  spirit  undefiled, 

They  will  be  "  Pure  in  heart." 


30  CHASTE    CONVERSATION. 


CHASTE  CONVERSATION. 


"  Let  no   corrupt  communication  proceed  out  of  your  mouth.^^ 

The  lips  that  pay  devotion's  vow 

111  mention  of  that  Name, 
That  fills  the  ransomed  throng  above 

With  love's  undying  flame, 
May  not  their  consecrated  breath 

Lend  to  unholy  themes, 
Nor  yield  at  sinful  passion's  shrine 

The  powers  that  heaven  redeems. 

The  heart  that  cleansing,  saving  grace, 

Has  rendered  meet  for  heaven. 
Will  not  commune  with  evil  thought  — 

Will  fear  the  poisonous  leaven, 
Malign  and  dark,  insidious,  deep, 

That  would  ferment  the  soul 
To  dire  pollutions  fearful  maze. 

When  given  to  its  control. 

The  altar,  where  the  living  coal 

Has  owned  the  sacrifice, 
Acceptance  of  forbidden  things 

For  evermore  denies ; 
But  fruits  of  purity  and  peace, 

With  humble  hands  are  brought. 
Where  God,  the  Spirit,  sets  the  seal. 

And  life  divine  hath  wrought. 


FRUITS   OF  THE   SPIRIT.  31 


FRUITS  OF  THE  SPIRIT. 


But  the  fruit  of  the  spirit  is  love,  joy,  peace,  long-suffering, 
gentleness,  goodness,  faith,  meekness,  teinperance." 

What  heavenly  fruits  of  life  abound, 
Where'er  thy  shadowing  wing  is  found, 
Thou  holy,  sanctifying  dove, 
Ambassador  from  courts  above. 

Sent  of  the  Father,  source  of  light. 
The  hapless  sinner  to  invite 
To  Christ,  the  fount  of  joy  and  peace. 
And  hope,  and  lasting  blessedness. 

Dispenser  of  Almighty  Grace, 
Goodness  and  Faith,  their  steps  we  trace  ; 
Where  Thou  hast  consecrated  ground, 
Thy  heavenly  light  is  shed  around. 

Long  suffering,  truth,  and  gentleness. 
The  temple  of  the  heart  possess, 
Where  Thou  hast  fixed  thy  sure  abode. 
Blest,  Holy  Spirit  of  our  God. 

Meekness  and  temperance  unite 
With  charity,  so  pure  and  white. 
And  bring  their  fragrance  to  that  shrine 
To  speak  thy  mission,  all  divine. 


32  TRIUMPH   OF   FAITH. 


TRIUMPH    OF    FAITH. 


And  Thomas  answered  and  said,  my  Lord  and  my  God.'''* 

Disciple,  now  'tis  not  by  sight, 

The  way  we  find  to  heaven ; 
'Tis  faith  that  must  thy  soul  incite, 

A  grace  most  freely  given. 

Where  saving  Faith  hath  set  its  seal 

On  the  renewed  soul, 
Indwelling  love  will  soon  reveal 

Its  reign,  its  blest  control. 

Then  hope  and  trust  expression  findj 

In  "  Abba;'  filial  word, 
That  heart-affections  all  combined 

In  God, —  my  Saviour, —  Lord. 

The  faith  that  "  Abba,  Father,"  cries, 

It  hath  a  welcome  voice, 
A  melody  for  upper  skies  — 

It  speaks  the  "  better  choice." 

Dost  Thou  believe  ?  the  promised  grace, 

Is  thine,  of  life,  of  rest ; 
Dost  Thou  believe  ?  although  his  face 

Ye  see  not,  that  shall  test. 


THE   PAVILION    OF   GRACE.  33 

Thy  title  to  that  name  desired, 

Disciple  of  the  Son  ; 
Siicli  faith  it  is  of  heaven  inspired  — 

The  crown  it  shall  be  won. 


THE   PAVILION  OF  GRACE. 


"  Thou  art  my  portion ,  oh.  Lord." 

Thou  art  my  portion,  my  hope  and  my  trust, 
My  God,  my  salvation.  Thou  Gracious  and  Just, 
In  thee,  the  great  giver,  the  faithful  and  kind, 
A  refuge,  a  shelter,  a  Father  I  find. 

0,  thou,  in  the  highest ;  thou  great  King  of  kings, 
I  find  a  pavilion  beneath  thy  kind  wings, 
'Tis  wall'd  and  surrounded,  and  evermore  shaded; 
And  with  thy  blest  presence  most  sweetly  per- 
vaded. 

This  heavenly  pa\'ilion  is  paved  with  thy  grace, 

*Tis  richly  illumin'd  with  smiles  of  thy  face, 

'Tis  ruled  with  the  strength,  —  the  strength  of 

the  arm 
That  curtained  the  heavens,  I  fear  no  alarm. 

My  portion  !  my  portion  !  inheritance  fair  ! 
Come  all  and  most  freely  this  wealth  you  shall 
share. 

3 


34  LIGHT   AND   JOY. 


You'll  find  my  Redeemer  a  portion  indeed. 
Believe  him  and  trust  him,  you  never  shall  need. 

Believer,  it  is  not,  the  spirit  of  earth 
That  brought  thee  to  glory  in  this,  the  new  birth; 
'Tis  but  the  Disciple,  by  Faith  that  has  known, 
And   held   sweet   communion  with   him   on  the 
throne. 


LIGHT  AND  JOY. 


"  Light  is  sown  for  the  righteous,  and  joy  for  the  tcpright  in 
heart." 

Light,  life,  and  joy,  and  holy  peace. 

Abundantly  are  sown, 
For  heirs  of  heavenly  righteousness  — 

They  who  approach  the  Throne. 

The  mercy-seat  where  God  will  hear 
The  upright  when  they  pray,  — 

For  Jesus'  sake  dispel  their  fear. 
And  take  their  sins  away. 

The  spirit  of  renewing  grace. 

With  sanctifying  power. 
Seals  for  the  rest,  the  glorious  place 

For  that  unfading  bower, — ; 


CHRISTIAN   AFFINITY.  35 

Where  Father,  Son,  and  Holy  Ghost 

Beatitude  will  shed, 
On  the  enraptured,  ransom'd  host, 

They  who  by  faith  have  fled. 

For  refuge  to  that  hope  divine  — 

To  Christ  the  only  door ; 
The  Sun  of  Righteousness  shall  shine 

For  them  forever  more. 


CHRISTIAN  AFFINITY. 


"  We  know  that  we  have  passed  from  death  unto  life,  because  we 
love  the  brethren.''' 

If  fear  and  unbelief  obscure 

Our  trembling  hopes  of  heaven, 
And  sin,  temptation,  pleasures  lure. 

Our  storm-rocked  bark  have  driven  ; 
If  sad  despair,  with  murkey  sail 

Is  hovering  near  the  breast. 
This  verdict  clear  must  still  prevail  — 

This  holy  "  Scripture  Test." 

If  melting  love  the  heart  can  warm, 

For  every  name  and  shade, 
For  highest,  lowest,  humblest  form. 

If  with  this  charm  arrayed. 


36  THE   KEY   OF   THE   GARNER. 

The  halo  of  redeeming  grace  — 
The  Spirit  of  the  throne  — 

Assimilation  to  his  face, 
Who  as  our  Lord  is  known. 

We  then  may  say,  to  doubt  and  strife, 

"  Our  anchor  is  secure  ; 
Our  passport  to  eternal  life 

Is  now  forever  sure. 
We  know  we  love  our  Saviour,  Lord, 

In  those  who  are  born  of  heaven  ; 
We  now  may  lean  upon  his  word. 

And  bless  our  sheltering  haven." 


THE  KEY  OF  THE  GARNER. 


Therefore,  being  justified  by  faith,  we  have  peace  with  God 
through  our  Lord  Jesus  Christ." 

A  PRECIOUS  boon  of  Heaven  — 

This  gift  divine  of  love  — 
The  faith,  which  makes  the  mountains 

Of  doubt  and  fear  remove  ; 
This  faith,  the  gracious  channel 

Through  which  our  souls  are  fed, — 
The  key  of  the  rich  garner. 

Of  life's  immortal  bread. 


THE   KEY   OF  THE    GARNER.  37 

A  holy,  worthy  portion  — 

'Tis  justifying  power, — 
That  lends  the  peace  of  Heaven 

To  sorrow's  bitterest  hour, 
By  which  we  look  to  Jesus, 

Our  hope,  our  life,  the  way, — 
The  lack  of  sight  supplying, 

It  leads  to  endless  day. 

By  faith,  we  know  our  Saviour, 

Is  the  "  Anointed  One  ;  " 
By  faith,  we  trust  his  promises, 

The  Father's  equal  Son ; 
Relying  on  his  mercy. 

Receiving  Him,  our  Lord, 
We  "  test  "  our  hopes  eternal, 

By  His  most  sacred  word. 

"  Now,  you  shall  never  perish, 

You,  who  believe  in  me, — 
The  life  is  everlasting 

That  I  award  to  thee  ; 
Through  me  ye  have  salvation, 

You  who  my  name  have  known, 
And  by  your  love,  your  charity, 

True  faith  in  me  have  shown." 


38  LOVEST   THOU   ME. 


LOVEST  THOU   ME. 


"  Lovest  thou  we." 

Loy'sT  thou  me  ?  you  who  are  called 

By  my  name,  the  "  Christ  of  God ;  '* 
Lov'st  thou  me  ?  ye  that  are  ransomed, 

Washed  and  saved,  "  redeemed  with  blood ;  " 
Lov'st  thou  me  ?  then  love  my  people, 

Love  my  cause,  and  feed  my  sheep,  — 
Give  my  lambs  their  needful  portion, 

I,  a  watch  will  round  thee  keep. 

I  am  the  Almighty  Shepherd  ; 

I  have  sheep  of  other  fold,  — 
Sheep  and  lambs  in  other  pastures, 

Some  are  wounded,  grieved  and  sold  ; 
Lov'st  thou  me  ?  for  these  I  suffered, 

Offer  them  the  "  Living  Bread," 
I,  the  Master,  will  be  with  you, 

I  will  blessings  on  thee  shed  :  — 

Some  are  scattered  on  the  mountains, 

Others  famished  on  the  plain, 
Craving  the  life-giving  water,  — 

Shall  they  ask  it  still  in  vain  ? 
Go  and  bless  them  —  go  and  feed  them,  — 

Haste  and  call  them  in  my  name  : 
Tell  them  Jesus  will  receive  them,  — 

Gather  weary,  blind  and  lame ; 


THE   SPIRIT   OF   PROMISE.  39 

Lo  !  the  ready,  waiting  harvest, 

For  the  gospel  laborer  white, 
Go  "  attest "  thy  love,  thy  pity, 

Where  yon  foreign  fields  invite  ; 
Count  thy  life  not  dear  unto  thee, 

So  the  Gentile  may  be  blest,  — 
You  shall  have  a  heavenly  treasure, 

Share  my  own  Eternal  Rest. 


THE  SPIRIT  OF  PROMISE. 


After  ye  believed^  ye  were  sealed  with  the  Holy  Spirit  of  prom- 
ise.''^ 

• 

You  that  believe  and  trust  his  word, 

The  gospel  of  his  grace, 
Receive  this  "  seal  "  of  Christ,  our  Lord, 

That  ne'er  shall  be  effaced. 
Earnest  of  the  inheritance  — 

Possession  —  heavenly  ground  — 
"  The  everlasting  recompence,'* 

Where  springs  of  life  abound. 

''  Belief,"  the  faith  that  "  works  by  love," 

And  purifies  the  soul. 
And  wings  for  glorious  flights  above 

Sorrow  and  sin's  control. 


40  UNDIVIDED   PRAISE. 

On  airy  pinions  borne  away, 
Forgets  the  scenes  of  earth  — 

Beholds  a  rapturous,  joyful  ray 
Of  light  of  purer  birth. 

Oh  !  precious,  saving,  gracious  seal, 

Hope  of  immortal  day, 
That  can  such  blessedness  reveal 

And  banish  fear  away  ; 
"  Spirit  of  promise,"  holy,  pure, 

Given,  that  we  here  may  "  test," 
If  we  "  election,  calling  sure," 

Have  made  for  "  perfect  Rest." 


UNDIVIDED  PRAISE. 


"  I  will  praise  the  Lord  with  my  whole  heart. 

With  this  heart  entire,  and  spirit, 

I  will  praise  thee,  0,  my  God  ! 
Called  thy  kingdom  to  inherit  — 

Leaning  on  thy  staff,  thy  rod  ; 
I  will  praise  Thee,  1  will  trust  Thee, 

Giver  of  almighty  grace, 
I  will  never  more  distrust  thee. 

Let  me  still  behold  thy  face. 


THE   WELL   OP   LIFE.  41 


Eeconciled.  that  look  bestow  me, 

Dear  Redeemer  of  my  soul, 
Look  of  love,  that  saith,  "  I  know  thee," 

Look,  that  shall  my  fears  control  ; 
Countenance,  with  mercy  lighted. 

Radiant  with  the  life  of  heaven, 
For  the  weary,  sad,  benighted,  — 

Light  that  speaks  my  sins  forgiven  : 

God,  the  Father,  Son,  and  Spirit, 

One  eternal  Lord  of  Love, 
May  I  claim  that  pard'ning  merit, 

For  the  heirs  of  rest  above  ; 
Where  thy  undivided  glory. 

Fills  a  vast,  immortal  sea, 
May  I  hope  to  join  that  story, 

"  Christ,  the  Lamb,  was  slain  for  me  ! 


THE  WELL  OF  LIFE 


"  Thou  art  the  Christ,  the  Son  of  the  living  God.'' 

Wh^t  see  'st  thou  in  this  Nazarene  ? 

TIjou  of  the  w(>rld  caressed  ; 
What  see  'st  thou,  ye  who  fainting  lean, 

Still  earthward  seeking  rest  ? 


42  THE   WELL   OP  LIFE. 

Oh !  is  tliis  Well  of  Life,  of  Light, 

A  fountain -stiit  unsealed, 
And  to  thy  weary,  thirsty  sight, 

Remains  it  unrevealed  ? 
See  ye  no  beauty  to  desire, 

Behold  ye  not  the  form 
So  comely  as  may  faith  inspire. 

And  thy  glad  spirit  warm 
With  love  immortal  —  heavenly  love  — 

Thy  silent  harp  to  string, 
Thy  melting  gratitude  to  prove 

And  plume  the  heavenward  wing  ? 

Then  fearful,  fearful,  that  unrest 
Thou  find  'st  on  earthy  ground, 

Bewail  the  hours  ye  've  walked  unblest. 
Of  life  the  "  Pearl,"  unfound  ! 

Is  He  to  thy  awakened  sight. 

Of  "  thousands,"  first  and  ''  chief," 
And  altogether  lovely  too, 

Is  this  your  firm  belief  ? 
He  is  the  Christ  —  anointed  Son 

Of  God, —  the  living  Lord. 
If  so  thy  claim,  thy  test  is  one 

That  will  thy  name  record. 
As  one  discipled,  saved  and  sealed. 

His  ransomed  there  to  greet. 
Where  untold  glories  are  revealed, 

And  find  a  ready  seat. 


THE   PLENTEOUS   REDEMPTION.  43 


THE  PLENTEOUS  REDEMPTION. 


"  And  ivith  Him  is  plenteous  redemption.^* 

With  God,  the  high,  the  mighty  God, 
Who  spread  the  spangled  heaven's  abroad, 
That  gave  to  every  star,  its  name, 
And  lit  the  sun  with  brilliant  flame, 
With  Him  redeeming  love  is  free, 
More  deep  and  boundless  than  the  sea. 

Redemption  plenteous  indeed, — 
The  ransom  paid,  the  captive  free'd, 
The  fountain  pure,  forever  flows. 
And  there,  too,  Sharon's  dewy  Rose, 
And  Lily  of  the  valley  blend, 
And  round  the  desert  waste  they  send 
Their  fragrance,  not  to  be  compared 
With  bowers  that  angels  blest  or  shared ; 
For  angel  harps  though  strung  above, 
Well  tuned  to  harmony  and  love, 
Have  ne'er  yet  known  the  joys  that  rise 
With  broken-hearted  sacrifice. 
Repentant  tears  —  they  hail  the  prize, 
And  bear  the  gem  to  paradise  ; 
They  joy  to  see  one  sinner  turn, 
But  'tis  the  soul  that's  newly  born, 
That  knows  the  bliss  of  this  Redemption 
When  Christ  reveals  his  own  Preemption. 


44  SPIRIT   OF  MISSIONS. 


SPIRIT  OF  MISSIONS. 


"Go  work  to-day  in  my  vineyard.'^ 

The  car  of  life  immortal 
Sweeps  o'er  the  barren  field, 

Before  its  gospel  enginery 
The  powers  of  darkness  yield. 

Glory  to  God  the  Father, 

Glory  to  God  the  Son, 
To  God  the  Holy  Spirit, 

The  gracious  Three  in  One. 

The  chariot  of  salvation, 
Its  wheels  they  roll  in  light, 

The  films  of  sin  and  error 
Retire  before  its  sight. 

Joy  tunes  each  heavenly  lyre. 
That  angel  hand  hath  known, 

As  sinners  saved  and  pardon'd. 
Bend  low  before  the  throne. 

And  every  true  disciple, 

His  "  meat,"  his  "  drink,"  is  found, 
Where  he  may  toil  and  labor, 

On  hopeful  harvest  ground. 


GOD   AND   MAMMON.  45 


GOD  AND  MAMMON. 


"  Ye  camiot  serve  God  and  mammon.' 

Disciples  of  this  risen  Lord, 


Jesus  the  Lamb  once  slain, 
Ye  cannot  serve  this  Holy  One, 

K  earthly  goods  and  gain 
Have  dragged  thee  to  that  graceless  shrine, 

Where  mamm  jn's  golden  wand. 
Has  paralyzed  thy  spirit's  power, 

In  the  enchanted  laud. 

Where  every  giddy  worshipper. 

Led  by  unholy  wiles, 
To  bowers  where  fearful,  deadly,  damp. 

The  sickly  soul  defiles  ; 
The  hand  that  crowns  its  votaries 

With  flowers  as  fancies  choose. 
Plucks  to  bestrew  that  area, 

The  plants  that  Heaven  bedews. 

And  fain  would  grasp,  would  bear  away. 

Would  snatch  the  Immortal  Prize, 
Ye  cannot  serve  this  earthly  God 

And  one  above  the  skies ; 
The  Altar  where  the  sacrifice 

The  fairest,  first  must  be 
Claimer,  if  thou  art  accepted  there. 

An  offering  pure  of  thee. 


46  GATHER   UP   THE   FRAGMENTS. 

An  undivided  perfect  heart, 

By  faith  and  love  renewed, 
With  humble,  holy  charity, 

That  heavenly  grace  imbued  ; 
The  world  may  mingle  incense 

Before  this  idol's  throne. 
But  Christ,  our  Lord  and  Master, 

He  will  be  served.  Alone  ! 


GATHER   UP  THE  FRAGMENTS. 


Give  a  'portion  to  seven,  and  also  to  eight,  for  thou  knoivest  not 
what  evil  shall  be  upon  the  earth.'' 

To  every  child  of  want  and  care, 

If  seven,  or  eight,  or  more, 
Tliat  would  the  gathered  fragments  share. 

And  crave  them  at  thy  door, — 
Refuse  not  of  thy  furnished  board 

A  portion  to  bestow. 
And  for  a  lasting,  heavenly  hoard. 

In  season  ye  may  sow. 

Thou  knowest  not  what  ruthless  storm 

May  wreck  thy  hopes  of  Earth, 
And  every  pictured  joy  transform. 

Of  idol,  cherished  worth  ; 


THE   LAST   SUPPER.  47 

To-morrow's  dawn  may  see  the  wave 

Assail  tliy  prosperous  bark, 
While  angry  winds  around  thee  rave, 

And  skies  are  lowering,  dark  ! 

What  measure  now  you  deign  to  meet, 

You  shall  receive  again, 
When  summoned  to  the  judgment  seat, 

Award  of  joy  or  pain  ; 
If  trusting  in  his  gracious  word 

You  Charity  have  shown. 
That  "  test  "  of  our  Redeemer,  Lord, 

He  then  your  name  will  own. 


THE    LAST    SUPPER. 


"  This  do  in  remembrance  of  me.'''' 

The  Lamb  of  God,  in  that  sad  hour. 
When  sin  in  all  its  weight  and  power, 
O'er  his  devoted  head  was  stay'd, 
And  soon  an  offering  to  be  made, 
He  took  the  bread, —  he  bless'd  and  broke, 
And,  Oh  !  what  tender  words  he  spoke  : 

"  This  is  my  body,  broke  for  you, 
A  type  —  an  emblem  —  symbol  true  — 
Li  mercy  now,  ordain' d  to  be, 
'  By  this  you  shall  remember  me.' 


48  THE    LAST    SUPPER. 


The  cup  the  Saviour  took  and  bless'd, 
What  heavenly  love  he  then  express'd : 

"  This  is  my  blood,  now  shed  for  you, 
A  tolvcn  of  the  covenant  new, 
And  of  the  price  —  the  ransom  paid  — 
The  sacrifice  that  I  have  made ; 
This  do  in  memory  of  my  love, 
When  I  am  gone  to  reign  above. 

"  When  you  this  bread,  this  cup  receive. 
Remember  me,  my  words  believe, 
I'm  with  you  till  the  world  shall  end ; 
The  Comforter  I  too  will  send. 
To  make  a  long  abode  with  you. 
The  Holy  Ghost,  the  Witness  true. 

"  My  life  for  you  is  freely  paid  — 

I  am  a  willing  offering  made, — 

'Tis  mine  the  power  to  lay  it  down 

To  rise  from  death  and  wear  the  crown, 

The  victor's  crown,  the  crown  of  heaven, 

And  then  the  vail,  it  will  be  riven. 

"  Though  dark  this  hour,  you  then  will  see 
'  The  scriptures  testify  of  me,' 
What  Prophets  spoke  and  Moses  wrote. 
For  you  the  Witness  then  shall  quote. 
And  bring  to  your  remembrance  plain 
That  Christ  should  suffer  ;  should  be  slain. 


LOVE   TO   THE   REDEEMER.  49 

"  Be  made  a  sacrifice  for  sin, 

And  from  the  grave  the  victory  win ; 

Should  life  immortal  bring  to  light, 

And  Death  and  Hell  should  vanquish  quite  ; 

Remember  me,  my  love  my  pain, — 
The  blood  of  Christ  flows  not  in  vain. 

Remember  me,  and  keep  my  word, 

Keep  the  commandments  of  your  Lord ; 

And  oft  as  in  my  name  this  bread 
Ye  break  in  faith,  in  me,  your  head, 

You  show  my  death  until  I  come 

To  fetch  my  '  Dear  Beloved  home.' " 


LOYE  TO  THE   REDEEMER. 


If  any  man  love  not  the  Lord  Jesus  Christ,  let  him  be  Anatha- 
ma  maranatha.^^ 

The  test  of  our  discipleship, 

Of  our  immortal  birth, 
Is  not  in  joyous  rapture. 

Nor  deeds  of  dazzling  worth  ; 
No  tythe,  no  golden  offering. 

Conflicts  this  clause,  this  word, 
That  every  soul  that's  sanctified 

Will  love  this  Saviour,  Lord ;. 
4 


50  LOVE    TO   THE   REDEEMER. 

Will  love  his  liouse,  his  kingdom, 

His  service,  holy  praise, 
The  place  where  heirs  of  Heaven 

Unite  in  joyful  lays  ; 
His  altars,  where  the  incense 

Of  faith  and  humble  prayer. 
The  consecrated  spirits 

For  heavenly  draughts  prepare. 

Will  love  and  hail  the  image 

Of  Christ,  when  dimly  seen, 
Worn  by  the  high,  the  honored, 

Or  by  the  low  and  mean  — 
Mean  in  the  world's  esteeming. 

But  precious  in  the  view 
Of  Him,  the  glorious  Master, 

The  gracious,  good,  and  true. 

He  came  —  the  great  anointed  — 

With  tidings  for  the  poor, — 
To  set  before  the  captive 

An  ever  open  door, — 
To  loose  the  bonds,  the  fetters. 

And  let  the  oppressed  be  free, — 
To  give  to  every  people 

A  gospel  jubilee. 

All  you  that  love  the  Father, 
And  Equal  Son  unseen. 

Must  love  his  church,  his  children, 
Though  shades  may  intervene. 


THEY  WALK  BY  FAITH.  51 

Of  calling,  cast,  or  color 

Of  name  —  if  bond  or  free  — 
Or  fall  beneath  the  blighting 

Of  Heaven's  Anathama ! 


THEY  WALK  BY  FAITH. 


■  Blessed  are  they  that  have  not  seen,  and  yet  have  believed. 

The  heirs  of  faith  how  richly  bless'd, 
Of  glorious  promises  possess'd. 
They  who  "  believe  "  in  Christ,  the  Lord, 
Relying,  leaning  on  his  word. 

"  They  walk  by  jTaith,  and  not  by  sight," 
Led  by  the  Spirit's  gracious  light. 
Though  seen  not  here  His  lovely  face, 
Yet  still  reflected  by  his  grace. 

All  who  his  gospel  now  believe. 
New  life,  and  hope,  they  shall  receive, 
Their  name  in  Heaven  the  Lamb  will  write, 
"  They  walk  by  faith  and  not  by  sight." 

By  grace,  through  faith,  in  Him,  the  Son, 
They  "  know,"  and  trust  the  Holy  One ; 
Their  faith  will  soon  be  lost  in  sight, 
Andlight  immortal  banish  night. 


52  WILT   THOU   BE   HEALED. 

In  Heaven  a  costly  brilliant  crown, 

At  Jesus'  feet  they'll  cast  it  down, 

Will  there  the  song  of  triumph  sing. 

And  see  Him  there  —  the  Conquering  King. 

And  there  with  joy  forever  see. 
And  praise  the  Co-Eternal  Three, 
On  Christ,  not  seen  with  eyes  before, 
Shall  gaze  eternal,  and  adore. 


WILT   THOU  BE  HEALED. 


*'  To  obey  is  better  than  sacrifice.^' 

Beside  the  lucid,  placid  pool. 

Which  bears,  alas  !  no  trace 
Of  pitying  angels  healing  wing, 

A  cripple  finds  a  place. 

Alternate  hope,  and  trembling  fear, 

Bespeaks  the  tearful  eye, 
That  long  has  watched  that  coming  hour, 

The  visit  from  the  sky. 

The  turbid  waves  of  dire  despair. 
That  ventured  near  the  soul. 

Met  there  a  mighty  talisman. 
That  bade  tham  backward  roll. 


A   DRAUGHT   FROM   THE   FOUxXTAIN.  53 

Mysterious  —  earnest  —  mercy  given, 

That  Heaven  a  cure  designed, 
That  'neath  Bcthsada's  rippled  wave, 

The  balm  he  yet  shall  find. 

"  Wilt  Thou  be  healed  ?     Arise  and  walk ; 

Arise  and  bear  thy  bed  ;" 
Then  through  the  sad  and  sorrowing  soul. 

The  light  of  faith  was  shed. 

Then  on  the  stranger's  lovely  face, 

Of  lineament  like  Heaven, 
He  reads  of  pity,  grace,  and  power, 

That  sinners  may  be  shriven. 

Then  fully  trusting  Him,  the  Lord, 

Though  impotent  so  long, 
-$e-  believes,  obeys,  arises,  walks, 

And  Jesus  is  his  song. 


A  DRAUGHT  FROM  THE  FOUNTAIN. 


"But  the  water  that  I  shall  give  him  shall  be  in  him  a  well  of 
living  water  springing  up  into  everlasting  life.^' 

God,  the  Uncreated  Son, 
Promised,  great  Anointed  One ; 
He  to  whom  angelic  bands 
Minister,  with  joyful  hands, 
Here  no  house,  no  home,  no  bed 
Claimed,  nor  pillow  for  his  head  ; 


54  DRAUGHTS   FROM   THE   FOUNTAIN. 

'Twas  his  meat,  his  drink,  his  rest 
When  he  made  the  sorrowing  blest. 

Wings  of  everlasting  love 
Brought  him  willing  from  above,  — 
Mission  of  almighty  grace, 
Mercy  for  a  fallen  race,  — 
Bearing  from  the  courts  of  light 
Rays  to  cheer  the  darkest  sight ; 
Gifts  for  all  that  will  receive 
Heaven  —  to  such  as  "  can  believe." 

Wearing  here  our  throbbing  clay, 
Sat  him  weary  by  the  way. 
Thirsty  by  the  water  side. 
Fount  by  earthly  spring  supplied, 
Hungry,  fainting  for  the  bread 
That  his  heavenly  hand  had  spread. 
Like  the  manna  sprinkled  round. 
Once  upon  the  desert  ground. 

Works  of  love,  his  walks  they  fill. 
Labor  of~  his  father's  will ; 
Angry  storms,  disease,  and  death. 
Flee  before  his  word  —  his  breath. 
And  the  tomb,  deserted  grave. 
Speaks  him  Christ,  the  strong  to  save, 
Godhead,  veiled  in  mortal  mould,  — 
Oh  !  what  glorious  truths  he  told. 


DRAUGHTS  FROM  THE  FOUNTAIN.       55 

I  that  speak,  I  am  the  same, 
Sent  in  God,  the  Father's  name  ; 
Would  you  the  Messiah  see, 
You  behold  him  now  in  me  ; 
I  have  draughts  divine  to  give, 
Come,  poor  sinner,  drink  and  live ; 
Call  thy  kindred,  they  may  share, 
I  will  give  them  portions  fair. 

Living  water  I  bestow. 
Balm  for  every  grief  and  woe  ; 
'Twill  refresh  thee  all  the  day, 
That  ye  thirst  not  by  the  way, 
E'er  attracted  to  that  heaven 
Where  the  holy  drops  were  given, 
Tending  upward  evermore 
To  that  ocean  running  o'er. 

You  that  drink,  receive  my  word. 
As  I  live,  your  Saviour,  Lord, 
You  eternal  life  shall  gain. 
Mansions  on  the  blissful  plain  ; 
If  I  go  1  will  prej)are 
Place  for  my  disciples  there ; 
I  will  come  again  for  you. 
And  my  glory  ye  shall  view. 


66  I   WOULD   BE   WHOLLY  THINE. 


I  WOULD  BE  WHOLLY  THINE. 


"  Lord  increase  our  faith.^' 

I  DO  believe  thy  word, 

Thy  face  I  hope  to  see, 
But,  Oh  !  my  faith  increase,  dear  Lord*, 

Help  me  to  rest  in  Thee. 

Eestore  my  wonted  peace, 

My  fainting  soul  renew. 
Bid  every  rising  doubt  to  cease. 

Thy  glory  let  me  view. 

Blest  Jesus,  send  a  beam 

Of  light,  renewing  power. 
To  chase  the  false  delusive  dream 

Of  life's  poor  transient  hour. 

In  vain  the  brightest  rays  of  earth 

To  gladden  or  to  cheer ; 
The  purest  joys  that  here  have  birth. 

Will  quickly  disappear. 

But,  Oh !  the  beauties  of  thy  name, 

Are  heavenly,  all  divine  ; 
Oh  !  come,  my  languid  love  inflame, 

I  would  be  wholly  thine. 


THE  FULL  ASSURANCE  OF  FAITH.       57 


THE  FULL  ASSURANCE  OF  FAITH. 


'*  And  ice  know  that  the  Son  of  God  is  come,  and  hath  given  us 
an  understanding  that  we  may  know  that  is  true,  and  we  are 
in  Him  that  is  true,  even  in  His  son  Jesus  Christ.  This  is 
the  true  God  and  eternal  life.'" 

We  know  the  Son  of  God  is  come 

With  gifts  divine  of  love ; 
With  Him,  the  True,  Eternal  One, 

We  know  we'll  dwell  above. 
The  understanding  of  His  word 

'Tis  soul-renewing  power, 
A  precious  gift  of  Him,  our  Lord, 

A  cherished,  heavenly  dower. 

"  We  know  the  Son  of  God  is  come," 

His  spirit  He  hath  given. 
The  earnest  of  eternal  life, 

Foreshadowing  breath  of  heaven  ! 
We  know  we  are  in  him,  "  The  True," 

The  Christ,  the  Father's  Son,  — 
We  know  his  mansion  we  shall  view 

When  life's  poor  day  is  done. 

This  is  the  true  — the  King  of  Kings, 

This  Jesus  we  believe. 
Sustained  by  faith's  aerial  wings, 

That  life  we  now  receive, 
The  fulness  of  abounding  grace, 

Efficient,  mighty,  free. 
Light  of  the  Reconciled  Face, 

Oh  glorious  Trinity ! 


58  BLESSED   ARE   THE    PEACE-MAKERS. 


BLESSED  ARE  THE  PEACE-MAKERS. 


are  the  peace  makers,  for  they  shall  be  called  the 
children  of  God.'* 

The  Temple  of  the  Holy  Ghost, 

The  heart  by  grace  renewed, 
Is  ever  with  this  perfect  love. 

The  love  of  peace  imbued. 

The  heavenly,  sanctifying  Dove, 

Where  he  has  fixed  his  stay, 
Malice  and  discord,  war  and  strife. 

Will  ever  die  away. 

The  ever  blessed  comforter, 

Has  never  yet  been  found. 
Where  envy,  hatred,  dare  attest. 

Claim  to  the  field,  the  ground.   - 

The  sceptre  of  the  heavenly  hand. 

Bids  angry  storms  to  cease ; 
It  calms  and  smooths  the  turbid  waves, 

Swayed  by  the  Prince  of  Peace. 

Disciples  of  this  Holy  One, 

The  sinless  Nazerene, 
Eeflected  by  their  spirit  here, 

His  image  will  be  seen. 


THE   HOME   OF   THE   SPIRIT.  59 


THE  HOME  OF  THE  SPIRIT. 


*'  I  would  not  live  alway." 

I  WOULD  not  live  alway  !        ^ 

Oh  !  why  should  I  stay, 
From  the  home  of  the  spirit, 

Thus  wandering  away, 
Alone  on  the  mountains. 

To  danger  a  prey  ; 
The  Shepherd  is  calling, 

I  hear  him  to-day. 

I  would  not  live  alway  ! 

Most  welcome  his  voice, — 
'Tis  music,  'tis  rapture, 

It  fixes  my  choice  ; 
To  join  them,  the  harpers 

Rapt  choirs  above. 
Where  swells  the  loud  anthem 

With  chorus  of  love. 

I  would  not  live  alway  ! 

The  grave  I  would  share, 
Where  slept  the  blest  Saviour 

Now  gone  to  prepare 
For  me  a  glad  mansion  ; 

I  fain  would  be  there, 
And  begin  my  new  song, 

In  regions  so  fair. 


60  REMEMBER  THE  POOR. 

I  there  would  live  alway, 

Where  praises  abound ; 
Where  saints  and  bright  angels 

In  glory  surround 
The  Throne  of  the  Lamb, 

The  Eternal  Son, 
The  Father,  the  Spirit, 

The  Great  Three  in  One. 


REMEMBER   THE  POOR. 


*'  Blessed  is  he  that  considereth  the  poor.'* 

The  heart  that  pity's  gentle  hand, 
Can  move  and  mould  at  will. 

In  sweet  compassion  for  the  poor, 
Heaven's  choicest  blessings  fill. 

Jesus,  He  chose  the  humble  poor. 
The  heirs  of  grace  and  faith, 

Joint  heirs  with  Christ  the  Son  of  God, 
The  Holy  Scriptures  saith. 

Oh !  ye  that  make  that  lovely  name. 
Your  passport  to  the  Throne, 

His  spirit  breathe.  His  image  wear, 
He  then  your  name  will  own. 


REMEMBER  THE   POOR.  61 

He  shed  the  balm  of  love  divine, 

O'er  every  form  of  grief, 
And  sorrow's  child  of  want,  in  vain 

Ne'er  sought  from  Him  relief. 

If  you  would  lend  to  be  rejiaid, 

Would  seek  to  fill  your  store 
With  wealth  for  sorrow's  coming  hour, 

Give  to  the  sorrowing  poor. 

The  cup  of  charity  but  fill'd 

With  water  given  in  love  ; 
Like  some  fair  gem  of  heavenly  dye, 

Is  treasured  up  above. 

'Tis  treasured  there  a  rich  reward, 

And  Christ  will  say  to  Thee  : 
Fear  not,  I  know  your  deed,  your  alms, 

Your  giving,  gave  to  Me. 

Come  and  inherit  now  with  Me, 

My  kingdom,  my  abode, 
The  path  of  tender  charity 

It  leads  direct  to  God. 


62  JESUS  WEPT. 


JESUS    WEPT. 


Weep  with  those  that  weep.  ' 


Jesus  wept ;  tlie  sympatliizing  flood 
Was  honor' d  by  the  Holy  Son  of  God ; 
He  wept,  though  soon  to  bring  relief, 
Almighty !  soon  to  calm  the  mourner's  grief. 

Yes,  Jesus  wept,  he  felt  for  mortal  woe, 

And  o'er  each    sorrowing    heart  he  deigned  to 

throw 
The  balm  of  heavenly  tenderness  and  love 
Denied  to  none  ;  all  his  compassion  prove. 

Oh  !  Holy  Saviour,  ever  gracious  friend, 
Jesus  forbid  we  e'er  refuse  to  lend 
To  all  that  claim  the  tribute  of  a  tear. 
That  gift  so  precious  —  ever  held  most  dear, 
By  sorrows  child,  by  want  or  woe  opprest. 
0 !  give  us  charity  that  may  arrest 
The  tide  of  ills,  and  ever  seek  to  heal. 
And  calm  and  soothe,  and  may  we  ever  seal 
Our  title  to  be  called  the  heirs  of  Heaven, 
By  sympathizing  tears,  like  Jesus'  given. 


POVERTY   OF   SPIRIT.  G3 


POVERTY  OF  SPIRIT. 


"Blessed  are  the  poor  in  spirit  for  theirs  is  the  kingdom  of 
heaven.'^ 

Child  of  eartli,  of  sin,  of  care, 

Heritor  of  grief  and  pain, 
rHave  you  portion  treasure  there, 

Yonder,  on  the  heavenly  plain ; 
There,  where  death  is  never  known, — 

There,  where  tear-drops  never  Ml, — 
Where  He  fills  the  immortal  throne, 

Jesus,  and  their  crowns  they  fall ; 
As  they  bow,  the  ransomed  throng, 

And  repeat  his  worthy  praise, 
Giving  by  enraptured  song. 

Glory  to  redeeming  grace. 

Of  an  inheritance  so  dear. 

Have  you  earnest  day  by  day  ? 
Is  thy  faith  so  bright  and  clear. 

As  no  storm  may  chase  away  ? 
Army  of  the  subtle  foe  — 

Riches,  pleasures,  tempting  lure, 
Doubts  and  fears,  the  thorns  that  grow, — 

Do  you  trust  your  calling  sure  ? 


64  POVERTY   OF   SPIRIT. 

Have  you  now  the  fountain  found, 
Righteousness  and  peace  and  joy ; 

Does  your  hope,  your  love  abound. 
Such  as  death  may  not  destroy  ? 

Hail  we,  then,  the  saved  and  blest,— 

Greet  we  then  the  heir  of  heaven ,- 
"  Poor  in  spirit,"  'tis  thy  rest 

Which  remains  ;  it  shall  be  given 
Unto  thee,  thou  child  of  God, 

Life  with  all  its  present  things  ; 
Though  beneath  the  chastening  rod 

Oft  ye  faint,  the  sheltering  wings 
Of  the  ever  living  dove. 

Will  a  safe  pavilion  spread ; 
Thou  hast  made  the  Lord  thy  love, 

And  for  shelter,  refuge,  fled. 
Shorn  of  all  of  earthward  claim. 

With  thy  spirit  broken,  poor. 
Unto  Him,  the  only  name 

Given,  that  ye  may  die  no  more, 
You  that  kingdom  shall  obtain 

Where  no  orbic  rays  they  shine, 
For  his  smile  it  lights  the  plain, 

Sun  of  Righteousness  divine. 


LANGUAGE   OF  TRUST.  65 


LANGUAGE  OF  TRUST. 


**  In  the  Lord  put  I  my  trust.'*^ 

I  WILL  not  doubt  thy  faithful  word, 

My  heavenly  father,  kind, 
Within  thy  holy  volume  stored, 

What  promises  I  find. 

'Tis  there  I  see,  in  melting  lines. 

The  record  of  thy  grace, 
And  there  my  trusting  spirit  finds 

A  safe  abiding  place. 

In  thee.  Oh !  Lord,  my  hope  is  staid. 

In  thee  alone  I  see 
The  port  where  storms  may  ne'er  invade. 

The  soul  —  its  rest  in  thee. 

0,  make  my  steadfast  soul  abide 

Where  dangers  ne'er  assail. 
Till  anchor' d  there,  the  throne  beside 

Away  within  the  vail. 
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QQ  SPIRIT   OF   SUBMISSION. 


SPIRIT  OF  SUBMISSION. 


■  Even  so.  Father ,  for  so  it  seemed  good  in  thy  sight.* 

Father,  I  would  in  faith 

All  to  thy  will  resign, 
Would  come  with  undivided  heart, 

And  bring  this  hope  of  mine. 

Thou  knowest,  Heavenly  Friend, 

This  struggle  to  be  free, 
To  lay  the  cherished  idol  down, 

And  leave  it  here  with  Thee. 

But,  ah  !  this  false,  deceitful  heart. 

Its  pulses  beat  with  pride, 
And  clings  with  lingering  fondness  yet, 

To  what  thou  hast  denied. 

I  know  thy  all-sustaining  grace, 

It  hath  sufficed  for  me. 
Thou  art  my  only  resting  place. 

Thy  hand  in  all  I  see. 

0 !  may  thy  presence,  ever  near. 

With  joy  my  spirit  fill ; 
Thy  name  alone,  0  !  may  I  fear, 

And  learn  and  love  thy  will. 


BEHOLD  THE  LAMB   OF   GOD.  67 


BEHOLD    THE    LAMB    OF    GOD. 


'Behold  the  Lamb  of  God  thattaketh  away  the  sin  of  the  world.''* 

Behold  the  sin-atoning  Lamb ! 

Look,  fallen  soul,  and  see, 
The  all-sufficient  sacrifice 

That  now  appears  for  thee. 

Through  which  you  now  may  venture  near 

The  late  so  awful  throne. 
The  mediating  Lamb  of  God  — 

The  promised  "  Corner  Stone." 

The  Alpha  of  the  written  Word, 

Of  every  typic  flood. 
Omega  of  each  symbol  brought, 

Through  which  to  look  to  God. 

The  "  Ransom"  which  the  Father   found, 

Before  he  bade  thee  "  live," 
And  look  upon  the  paschal  drops, 

That  may  thy  pardon  give. 

The  Lamb  of  God,  an  ofiering  made, 

The  curtain  to  remove. 
Partition  that  hath  frowned  between 

Thee  and  thy   Father's   love. 


68  BEHOLD   THE   LAMB   OF   GOD. 

'Twas  through  th'  eternal  Spirit's  power 
Strength  of  the  mighty  God  — 

He  bore  the  weight  of  sin  to  free 
From  the  avenging  rod. 

Disciples  of  this  spotless  Lamb, 

In  him  they  joyful  see 
Salvation,  wisdom,  knowledge,  light, — 

Of  life  the  heavenly  tree. 

The  fount  of  love,  of  truth,  and  grace, 

In  him  by  faith  they  find. 
And  trusting  his  Almighty  word. 

They  break  from  error's  wind. 

From  snares  of  unbelief  and  pride, 
Each  guise  of  darksome  lure. 

That  glad  would  rob  the  holy  cross 
Of  its  immortal  cure. 


GIVE  THANKS.  69 


GIVE  THANKS. 


*'In  every  thing  give  thanks.^^ 

When  hope  her  pictured  bowers  of  joy 

Are  light,  and  fair,  and  nigh, 
When  favoring  gales  their  power  employ 

To  glad  thy  trusting  eye, 
Bring  then  an  offering  pure,  of  praise, 

His  holy  altar  near. 
Who  gently  crowns  thy  blissful  days, 

And  guards  from  harm  and  fear. 

When  angry  winds  and  threat'ning  storms, 

Reveal  to  watchful  sight, 
The  wreck  that  all  of  earth  transforms. 

And  shrouds  in  fearful  blight, 
"  Give  thanks,"  for  on  the  troubled  wave, 

That  now  would  thee  o'erwhelm. 
The  heavenly  Pilot  walks  to  save. 

Yield  him  thy  bai-que  —  thy  helm. 

"  Give  thanks,"  disciple,  that  thy  heart. 

From  faithless  hold  is  driven  ; 
"  Give  thanks,"  though  every  joy  depart. 

Thy  treasure  is  in  heaven  ; 
"  Give  thanks,"  if  by  the  cheerless  stream 

Of  death,  no  hght  allure, 
Redeeming  love  will  shortly  beam  — 

God's  Covenant  is  sure. 


70  YE  ARE  THE  LIGHT   OP  THE  WORLD. 


YE  AEE  THE  LIGHT  OF  THE  WORLD. 


Go  ye  into  all  the  worlds  and  preach    the  gospel  to  every 
creature.*^ 

Ye  are  the  light,  if  ye  reflect 

The  rays  that  ever  shine 
From  Christ,  the  Sun  of  Righteousness, 

The  light  of  life  divine. 

Ye  are  the  light,  that  must  illume 
This  desert  dark  and  drear,  — 

The  light  to  banish  death  and  gloom, 
And  vales  of  sorrow  cheer. 

The  spirit  of  almighty  grace 

Ordained  that  you  should  go 
As  heralds  through  this  wilderness, 

The  immortal  seed  to  sow. 

Beside  all  waters  cast  it  forth, 
The  word,  the  bread  of  heaven, 

^Twill  prosper,  and  'twill  fill  the  earth  — 
This  promise,  too,  is  given. 

As  water  on  the  thirsty  ground 

Is  gathered  not  again, 
Shall  spring  to  life,  shall  bud,  and  bloom, 

Ripen  to  heavenly  grain. 


PERSECUTION.  71 


Reflectors  of  this  gospel  light, 

Now  what  expansive  fields 
Are  to  the  harvest  sickle  white, 

Haste  where  the  tillage  yields 

Sheaves  that  may  never  know  compare, 
With  aught  of  earthly  things, 

Of  ramsomed  souls  to  cleave  the  air 
With  more  than  angel  wings. 


PERSECUTION. 


Blessed  are  they  that  are  persecuted  for  righteousness  sakCy  for 
theirs  is  the  kingdom  of  heaven." 

The  servants  who  the  livery  wear 

Of  Christ  the  Prince  of  Peace, 
They  wage  an  unremitted  war, 

A  strife  that  may  not  cease. 
With  unbelief,  the  world  and  sin. 

And  foes  of  every  form  ; 
And  if  the  victory  they  would  win, 

They,  too,  must  breast  the  storm 
Of  persecution,  for  the  sake 

Of  Him,  their  loving  Lord ; 
His  bitter  cup  they  must  partake, 

Such  was  his  faithful  word. 


72  HEREIN  IS  MY  FATHER  GLORIFIED. 

The  world  will  love,  will  greet  it's  own, 

But  you  who  know  the  voice, 
And  walk  the  path  by  Jesus  shown — 

Make  him  your  highest  choice  ; 
Weep  not  if  it  withhold  its  smile, 

If  it  would  rob  thy  rest, 
Suffer  for  righteousness  awhile 

And  be  forever  bless' d : 
Yours  is  the  kingdom,  the  abode 

Of  light,  and  life  and  joy  ; 
God  speed  thee  in  this  narrow  road 

Where  naught  can  e'er  destroy. 


HEREIN  IS  MY   FATHER  GLORIFIED. 


Herein  is  my  Father  glorified^  that  ye  bear  much  fruit,  so 
shall  ye  be  my  disciples. ^^ 

I  am  the  vine,"  beloved, 

In  me  ye  must  abide ; 
My  Father,  heavenly  husbandman. 

For  culture  hath  supplied 
To  every  branch  of  promise. 

The  nutrous,  heavenly  root. 
Watered  for  coming  harvest. 

Of  more  abundant  fruit. 


THE   GREAT  PHYSICIAN.  73 

Lord  of  this  gospel  vineyard, 

He  never  will  abide, 
The  branch  whose  fitful  foliage 

Is  sin — scathed,  withered,  dried ; 
Blossoms  of  seeming  beauty, 

That  bloom  but  for  a  day, 
The  hand  of  faithful  pruning 

"Will  scatter,  cast  away. 

To  glorify  my  Father, 

My  word  of  truth  and  grace, 
My  holy,  blest  commandment 

Must  find  the  highest  place 
In  hearts  where  perfect  charity 

True  faith  in  me  "  attest"  — 
And  God  hath  given  an  earnest 

Of  life  —  eternal  rest. 


THE  GREAT  PHYSICIAN. 


"  He  healeth  the  broken  in  heart.** 

The  heavenly,  great  Physician, 

Thy  wounds  will  kindly  heal,  — 
Come,  child  of  sin  and  sorrow. 

And  at  his  altar  kneel. 
Where  cherub   wings  extending, 

They  clasp  the  mercy  seat ; 
Haste,  if  thy  heart  be  broken. 

And  bow  at  Jesus'  feet. 


74  THE  GREAT  PHYSICIAN. 

If  through  thy  troubled  spirit 

The  shafts  of  grief  have  sped, 
Or  storms  of  persecution 

Are  bursting  o'er  thy  head,  — 
Whatever  the  pain  or  anguish 

That  now  oppresseth  thee. 
Approach  the  blessed  fountain, 

The  perfect  cure  is  free. 

Come,  if  with  sin's  dark  shadow 

Thy  fainting  heart  is  bound,  — 
Though  fear,  and  doubt,  and  trembling 

Have  pressed  thee  to  the  ground  ; 
Arise,  the  Master  calleth. 

His  grace  he  hath  revealed. 
Come,  all  ye  heavy  laden, 

Come  and  be  saved  and  healed. 

Jesus,  the  mighty  healer. 

If  to  his  melting  word. 
Thy  spirit  humbly  turneth. 

While  trusting  Him,  your  Lord, 
He'll  own  thee  his  disciple, 

And  give  thee  here  to  "  test," 
Thy  calling  and  tliy  passport. 

To  his  eternal  rest. 


CHRISTIAN   SYMPATHY.  75 


CHRISTIAN  SYMPATHY. 


Bear  ye  one  another's  burdens^  and  so  fulfil  the    law  of 
Christ.'' 

Sweet  sympathy,  thou  balm  of  love, 
The  law  of  Christ,  our  Lord,  — 

Thou  min'string  spirit  from  above, 
There's  music  in  thy  word. 

The  dew  of  Hermon  drops  serene 
From  lips  that  breathe  of  heaven, 

Where'er  thy  gentle  steps  are  seen, 
Thy  mantle  fair  is  given. 

Bequeathed  to  wrap  the  Christian  band. 

Within  its  mystic  fold. 
Where  pity,  with  her  tender  hand. 

Applies  the  rule  of  gold. 

The  measurement  of  him  who  gave, 

His  life  a  sacrifice, 
Who  bore  our  sins,  who  came  to  save. 

To  ransom  for  the  skies. 

The  burthen  of  our  guilt  was  laid 

On  him  who  died  for  thee. 
When  he  the  mighty  ransom  paid. 

Sinner,  for  thou  and  me. 


76  GIVE   HEED   TO   THE  WORD. 


GIVE  HEED  TO   THE  WORD. 


•'  Order  my  steps  in  thy  word.^* 

Father,  now  look  thou  on  my  ways, 
And  deign  my  guide  to  be. 

And  may  thy  word,  with  melting  rays, 
Direct  my  steps  to  thee. 

Order  my  ways,  dear  Saviour,  here, 

My  heart  renew  by  grace, 
And  let  thy  love  my  spirit  cheer, 

And  bring  me  to  thy  face. 

When  washed  and  wholly  sanctified, 
And  by  thy  will  made  meet, 

For  the  divine  inheritance, 
0,  grant  me,  then,  a  seat, — 

A  place  in  that  blest  high  abode. 
Where  saints  they  dwell  in  light, 

And  let  thy  Spirit  mark  the  road. 
And  order  all  aright. 

May  perfect  faith  ond  charity 
Confirm  my  better  choice,  — 

My  tears  of  tend' rest  sympathy, 
Respond  to  sorrow's  voice. 


PRAY    WITHOUT   CEASING.  77 

And  as  I  hope,  in  Jesus'  name, 

Pardon,  and  life  and  heaven, 
So  must  I  every  wrong  and  blame 

Forgive,  to  be  forgiven. 


PRAY  WITHOUT   CEASING. 


"  Tf^atch  aad  pray,  that  ye  enter  not  into  temptation.' 

If  Jesus,  whom  the  heavens  obey, 
While  here  in  flesh,  retired  to  pray 
Alone,  upon  the  mountain's  height. 
And  importuned  till  morning  light, 
Shall  we,  the  creatures  of  a  day  — 
Like  withering  grass  to  pass  away, 
The  frail,  the  fading  of  an  hour. 
Beset  by  strong  temptation's  power — 
Shall  we  now  turn  and  shun  the  way 
That  leads  to  God,  forget  to  pray. 
To  seek  with  undivided  mi:id, 
In  Christ  our  life,  our  all  to  find. 

Almighty  Saviour,  thou  the  road. 
The  living  light  that  wins  to  God, 
Do  thou  our  languid  hopes  inflame,  — 
Are  they  not  anchored  in  thy  name. 

When  watching  at  the  mercy  seat, 
What  joyful  things  our  spirits  greet ; 


78  CAST   THY   BREAD  UPON   THE   WATERS. 

Our  kindling  faith  may  there  behold, 
The  blessed  mansion's  streets  of  gold ; 
The  mental  eye  may  raptured  view, 
The  city  of  our  God  —  the  New 
Jerusalem — the  heavenly  plain, 
Where  reigns  the  Lamb  that  once  was  slain, 
But  now  he  wears  a  starry  crown, 
With  ransomed  jewels  set  around, 
The  holy,  happy,  glorious  place. 
Lit  by  the  radiance  of  his  face. 

His  Spirit  here  we  all  must  share, 
If  we  would  find  a  portion  there  ; 
They  only  know  and  keep  the  way 
Who  walk  by  faith,  —  who  watch  and  pray. 


CAST  THY  BREAD  UPON  THE  WATERS. 


Cast  thy  bread  upon  the  waters  and  thou  shaltfind  it  after  many 
days.'' 

Cast  thy  bread  upon  the  waters. 
Give  to  him  that  lacketh  meat, 

In  due  time  you  shall  receive  it  — 
A  rich  harvest  you  shall  greet. 

Cast  thy  bread  upon  the  waters, 

Late  and  early  sow  thy  seed. 
Go  to  such  as  have  no  shelter. 

For  the  friendless  outcast  plead. 


CAST   THY   BREAD   UPON   THE   WATERS.  79 

Cast  thy  bread  upon  the  waters  — 

Bread  of  sympathy  and  love  — 
You  shall  find  reward  in  heaven, — 

Find  all  treasured  up  above. 

Cast  thy  bread  upon  the  waters, 
When  the  frost  of  night  is  keen, 

Sow  where  none  but  mercy  enters, 
In  the  hovel  low  and  mean. 

Cast  thy  bread  upon  the  waters. 

When  the  snow  is  falling  fast. 
Ne'er  refuse  it  to  the  hungry. 

Let  no  widowed  poor  be  past. 

Cast  thy  bread  upon  the  waters,  — 
Cast  it  not  with  fear  and  doubt ; 

Angels,  they  shall  watch  the  germen. 
Harvest-home  with  you  they'll  shout. 

Cast  thy  bread  upon  the  waters,  — 
Sow  in  hope  and  trust  His  word  ; 

Heaven  is  your  eternal  harvest,  — 
Full  salvation  of  the  Lord. 


80  THE     ALL-SUFFICIENT    RIGHTEOUSNESS. 


THE  ALL  SUFFICIENT  RIGHTEOUSNESS. 


I  will  go  in  the  strength  of  the  Lord;  I  will  make  mention  of 
thy  righteousness,  even  thine  only." 

0 !  thou,  our  life  and  righteousness, 
What  blessed  hopes  thy  saints  possess. 
What  precious  faith,  the  gift  of  love, 
And  angel  visits  from  above. 

In  mention  of  thy  saving  grace. 
We  venture  near  to  seek  thy  face ; 
No  other  name  —  through  Christ  alone 
May  we  approach  the  heavenly  throne. 

Where'er  thou  call  or  bid  us  go, 
Thou  great  Redeemer,  still  we  know 
Thy  arms  are  spread  for  our  defence. 
And  naught  shall  dare  to  draw  us  hence. 

Or  drive  us  from  thy  shelt'ring  wings, 
Messiah,  Prince,  thou  King  of  Kings, 
0  !  Father,  Son,  and  Holy  Ghost, 
Our  joy  and  trust,  our  strength  and  boast. 


WALKS   OF   HOLINESS. 


WALKS   OF  HOLINESS. 


**Enoch  walked  with  God,  and'he  was  not ;  for  God  took  him.'^ 

Walks  of  holiness  are  found 
Narrow,  —  drawn  on  earthly  ground  ; 
Though  the  seeds  of  sin  abound 

Through  the  desert  land  ; 
Faithful  few  have  known  the  road, 
Walking  with  their  Father,  God, 
Where  the  gifts  of  love  are  strew'd, 

By  his  gracious  hand. 


Showers  jof  mercy  —  showers  of  grace,- 
Smiles  of  the  life-giving  face  — 
Arm  divine  to  guard  the  place, 

And  a  shadow  sj^read ; 
"  Wall  of  fire,"  a  "  PiUar,"  cloud. 
Raven's  favoring  wing,  allow'd 
For  his  servant,  sorrowing,  bowed, 

Daily  manna,  "  daily  bread." 

From  the  cleft^  rock  the  stream, 
Pure,  efficient  to  redeem, 
Speaking  life's  reviving  beam, 
Following  all  the  way  ; 
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82  WALKS   OF   HOLINESS. 

Promises  of  strength  renewed, 
Favors  new  forever  strewed, 
And  by  faitli  a  mansion  viewed, 
Not  to  know  decay. 

Speeded  on  their  way  to  rest. 
Where  the  ransomed  shall  be  blest ; 
And  their  joyful  spirits  dressed. 

In  that  robe  He  gives  ; 
Kobe  of  righteousness,  his  own. 
Mediator,  God  the  Son, 
Filling  the  Eternal  Throne  — 

His,  that  "  ever  lives." 

His,  the  Hebrew  captive  found, 
When  on  Chaldca's  idol  ground*,  — 
Heathen  power  his  form  had  bound, 

For  the  threaten' d  flame  ; 
As  the  martyr's  prayers  arise. 
Son  of  God,  from  list'ning  sk'es, 
Walks  with  him,  its  rage  defies, — 

Ready  martyr  for  his  name. 


Present  helper,   day  by  day, 
Ever  watchful  by  the  way, 
Scat'ring  darkness'  clouds  away 
Storms  that  gather  fast ; 


WALKS   OF   HOLINESS.  83 

Speaking  words,  of  heavenly  cheer, 
When  his  people  draw  them  near  — 
They,  m  mercy's  sight  most  dear  — 
He  allays  the  blast. 


Saith  to  "  such  as  are  oppressed," 
"  All  thy  wrong  shall  be  redressed  ; 
I,  thy  foe  will  soon  arrest, 

In  his  mad  career  ; 
I  am  mighty  to  requite. 
Trust  me,  I  thy  wrong  will  right ; 
You  are  precious  in  my  sight, — 

You,  my  name  who  fear." 

When  by  Jordan's  flowing  tide. 
Earth  with  all  her  boast  and  pride  — 
Though  her  efforts  all  were  tried,  — 

Yet  were  poor  and  weak,  — 
They  no  saving  help  have  shown, 
Jesus,  who  that  surge  hath  known, — 
Leaves  them  not  to  walk  alone  — 

Comes  their  peace  to  speak. 

Gives  them  his  Almighty  hand,  — 
Leads  them  to  the  "  better  land"  — 
Safely  to  immortal  strand  ; 
'Twas  his  blessed  word : 


84  WALKS   OF   HOLINESS. 

"  I  will  ever  be  with  thee," 
You,  that  here  believe  in  me, — 
You  my  glory  too  shall  see, 
You,  that  love  the  Lord. 

Enoch,  who  the  word  obeyed, 
Ere  he  walked  the  gloomy  shade 
Where  that  reckless  hand  is  laid, 

Pitiless  of  death. 
Found  his  garment  pure  and  white, 
Bathed  in  resurrection  light. 
Veiled  from  all  but  heavenly  sight. 

Gave  to  God  his  breath. 


Christ,  the  spoiler  of  the  grave. 
Great  Redeemer,  strong  to  save, 
He  that  step'd  upon  the  wave, 

And  the  dead  awoke, — 
He  will  ransom  from  the  tomb. 
Banish  all  its  fearful  gloom. 
Clothe  in  life's  eternal  bloom, 

He  this  word  hath  spoke. 


THE   NEW   COMMANDMENT.  85 


THE  NEW  COMMANDMENT. 

Ve  are  my  friends,  if  ye  do  whatsoever  I  command  you. 

This  is  his  new  commandment, 

That  you  should  walk  in  love, 
That  deeds  of  kindly  sympathy. 

Your  calling  here  should  prove ; 
If  you  would  bear  this  title, 

The  "  Friend  of  Christ,"  the  Lord, 
Ye  must  regard  this  precept, 

Of  his  most  holy  word. 

Now,  if  you  love  each  other. 
By  this  the  world  shall  know 

That  ye  are  his  disciples  ; 
And  while  ye  dwell  below, 

You'll  need  this  blessed  panoply, 

Fraternal  love  to  shade. 

Where  thorns  of  sin  and  sorrow 
The  pilgrim  path  pervade. 

As  Christ  your  Lord  and  Master, 

Has  loved  the  precious  flock. 
And  set  their  doubtful  footsteps 

On  heaven's  eternal  rock. 
And  laid  his  life  an  offering, 

A  willing  sacrifice  — 
For  you  —  for  your  salvation  — 

To  bring  you  to  the  skies. 


86  APOSTOLIC    CHARITY. 

So  love  tliy  Christian  brother. 

For  his,  your  Saviour's  sake, 
If  you  of  grace  and  favor, 

Forever  would  partake ; 
To  "  test"  thy  heavenly  calling 

To  life,  to  worlds  above, 
Ask  of  thy  heart  to  witness, 

If  dwellii]g  now  in  love. 


APOSTOLIC  CHARITY. 


Only  they  would  that  we  should  remember  the  poor,  the  same 
ichich  I  also  was  forward  to  do."  — St,  Paul. 

Pledged  in  blest  sacred  fellowship. 

These  servants  of  the  Lord, 
St.  John,  and  James,  and  Cephas, 

Who  listened  to  the  word 
Of  Christ,  the  gracious  Master, 

Gladly  obey'd  his  voice  ; 
And  made  his  name,  his  service. 

Their  portion  and  their  choice  ; 
With  Paul,  the  great  Apostle, 

Who  gloried  in  the  cross. 
And  riches,  worldly  honors, 

Counted  as  naught,  as  dross. 


APOSTOLIC   CHARITY.  87 

So  he  might  win  the  immortal, 

The  prize  by  Jesus  given, 
And  break  to  starving   Gentiles, 

The  bread  of  life  and  heaven. 

And  Barnabas,  recipient 

Of  the  same  glorious  grace, 
Wiiile  hearts  they  blend  in  unity, 

The  poor  they  too  have  place 
In  this  holy  convocation. 

Conferring  in  the  name 
Of  Father,  Son,  and  Spirit, 

Where  love  and  zeal  inflame. 
Each  heart  to  spread  the  story, 

Tiie  gospel  of  his  love. 
And  point  the  dying  sinner 

To  Him  who  pleads  above. 

There,  too,  sweet  heaven-born  charity, 

Finds  most  conspicuous  seat,  — 
On  mission  of  compassion 

This  union  to  complet3, 
Smiles  heavenly  benediction, 

On  this  saintly  brotherhood, 
By  whom  her  holy  precepts 

Are  fully  understood. 


THE   PURE   IN   HEART. 


THE    PURE    IN    HEART. 


'•  Blessed  are  the  pure  in  heart,  for  they  shall  see  God." 

The  heart  that  sanctifymg  grace, 

Has  made  its  long  abode, 
'Tis  poor  and  lowly,  meek  and  chaste, 

And  honored  by  our  God. 


A  temple  for  the  Holy  One, 
The  Spirit,  Heavenly  Dove  — 

The  rest  of  heaven  is  there  begun  — 
It  is  the  seat  of  love. 


Love  undissembled,  true  and  pure, 

Is  ever  to  be  found. 
And  deeds  that  speak  the  calling  sure. 

And  charities  abound. 


Most  blessed  are  the  pure  in  mind, 
Where  the  life-giving  word, 

Has  heart  and  spirit  well  refined, 
For  they  shall  see  the  Lord. 


THE   FORGIVING   SPIRIT.  89 


THE  FORGIVING    SPIRIT. 


When  you  stand  praying  forgive  if  ye  have  aught  against  any, 
that  your  Father  also  which  is  in  Heaven,  may  forgive  your 
trespasses." 

When  to  the  temple  of  the  Lord 

Ye  come  to  seek  his  face, 
To  learn  his  will,  his  ways,  his  word, 

To  ask  his  saving  grace. 

If  shafts  of  injury  and  wrong. 
Thy  trembling  heart  hath  riven. 

Before  thy  offering,  prayer,  or  song. 
Forgive  and  be  forgiven. 

The  spirit  where  malignant  strife. 

The  injury  would  requite, 
May  not  partake  the  hidden  life, 
s  u     I         L  r3      ing  sight. 

It  "Ventures  not  the  vail  to  draw, 
Tliat  fountain  deep  would  hide,  — 

It  shrinks  before  the  perfect  law 
That  Jesus  has  supplied. 

With  gifts  of  righteousness  and  love 

With  this  unyielding  test. 
That  none  receive  the  heavenly  dove 

The  messenger  of  rest. 


90  A   BETHEL. 


But  those  who  on  the  inmost  mind 
Eeceive  this  stamp  of  heaven, 

That  heirs  of  glory  hath  refined, 
When  all,  all  were  forgiven. 


A  BETHEL. 


This  is  none  other  hut  the  house  of  God,  and  this  is  the  gate  of 
Heaven.'^ 

Pilgrim,  weary,  sad,  and  lone. 
Cheerless,  pillowed  on  the  stone, 

Heaven  hath  deigned  thy  watch  to  be,  — 
Angels  minister  to  thee. 

Keady  on  immortal  wings. 

Visions  bright  to  thee  they  bring 

Of  the  high,  the  blest  abode. 
Presence  of  thy  father's  God. 

Tidings  at  the  gate  of  Heaven, 

Abraham's  God  to  thee  hath  given, 

In  promise,  too,  a  gracious  shower. 

Of  earthly  blessings,  wealth  and  power. 

Resting  there  thy  weary  head. 

Naught  but  earth  thy  welcome  bed. 

Though  unknown  to  hope  or  fear, 
God  was  most  divinely  near. 


FAITH,   HOPE,   AND   CHARITY.  91 

Near,  thy  slumbers  to  defend. 

There,  thy  shelter,  shepherd  friend,  — 
There,  to  make  the  ground  ye  press'd 

"  The  house  of  God,"  a  "  Bethel"  blest. 

When  the  sorrowing  on  the  road, 

Seek  their  rest  in  Jacob's  God, 
They  shall  find  a  spirit  guide 

Ever  present  at  their  side. 


FAITH,  HOPE,  AND  CHARITY. 


JSTow  ahideth  Faith,  Hope,  Charity,  these  three ;  but  the  great- 
est of  these  is  Charity.'^ 

What  art  thou.  Christian  Charity, 

Thus  throned  above  the  rest 
Of  heavenly,  kindred  grace, 

And  made  of  all  the  "  test  ?  " 
What  art  thou  ?  thus  exalted, 

By  sacred  pen  inspired. 
And  who  thy  unique  spirit, 

Below  has  yet  acquired  ? 

I  am  the  living  presence 

Of  undissembled  love. 
By  whom  the  heirs  of  glory 

Their  hopes  immortal  prove. 


92 


I  am  the  sure  abiding, 

The  indwelling  Dove  at  rest ; 

Ho  !  all  ye  doubting,  fearing, 
And  I  will  make  thee  blest. 

Come  to  my  perfect  temple, 

'Tis  built  on  "  holy  ground, " 
Where  shoots  and  roots  of  bitterness 

Presume  not  to  be  found ; 
Where  envy,  wrath,  and  hatred, 

Find  no  congenial  place,  — 
And  strife,  and  war,  and  tumult, 

They  die  before  my  face. 

My  temple  "  hath  foundation, " 

And  ever  must  endure,  — 
Known  as  the  gate  of  Paradise, 

Of  heavenly  cast  and  pure ; 
I'll  'ray  thee  in  my  livery, 

That  you  may  there  be  known,  — 
There,  with  the  washed  and  sanctified, 

Before  the  Father's  throne. 

I  fill,  entire,  the  area 

Of  this  divine  abode. 
And  I  from  long  eternity 

Dwelt  with  my  Author,  God, 
Rejoicing  in  His  presence. 

In  His  transcript,  holy  truth  ; 
I  suffer  long,  compassionate, 

I'm  pitiful  and  ruth." 


FAITH,   HOPE,   AND   CHARITY.  93 

Oh !  Heaven-born  Christian  Charity, 

We  hail  thy  lofty  spire ; 
*Tis  blending  with  the  heavens  ! 

Pretences  all  retire, 
Of  faith,  or  hopes,  or  labors. 

Of  alms,  of  deeds,  oh  !  love, 
Thou  only  art  a  passport 

To  blessedness  above. 

That  Faith,  no  oil  supplying 

To  feed  thy  lucid  flame, 
Is  but  a  "  tinkling  cymbal, " 

An  empty,  sounding  name  ; 
And  Hopes  that  bring  no  incense, 

Around  thy  peaceful  shrine, 
Expire  before  thy  radiance, 

Sweet  Charity,  divine ! 

But  all  the  blessed  sisterhood, 

Who  watch  the  waving  wand. 
That  Christ,  the  great  Redeemer, 

Bestowed  thy  tender  hand. 
Obey  thy  voice,  thy  bidding, 

And  listen  to  thy  word,  — 
They  are  in  truth  and  verity 

Accepted  of  the  Lord. 


94     THE  SHADOW  IN  THE  WEARY  LAND. 


THE    SHADOW    IN  THE   WEARY  LAND. 


"  The  Lord  is  my  Rock/' 

The  Lord  He  is  a  rock, 

A  safe  abiding  place, 
A  shadow  in  the  weary  land, 

A  wall  of  fire,  of  grace. 

Abiding  ever  sure, 

A  Corner  Stone  well  tried. 
To  build  thy  heavenly  hopes  upon 

What  couldst  thou  ask  beside  ? 

This  Rock  of  Ages  thine, 
Forever  shall  endure  — 

'Twas  smitten,  and  the  water 
Of  life  is  flowing  pure. 

A  river  broad  and  deep, 
Of  healing  power  possessed, 

The  everlasting  stream 
It  hath  the  desert  blessed. 

Around  earth's  barren  waste, 
Its  power  is  to  be  shown 

To  every  true  Disciple, — 
By  faith,  it  here  is  known. 


mercy's  hour.  95 


MERCY'S  HOUR. 


*'  And  when  he  saw  him  he  had  conipassion  on  him." 

A  POOR  wayfaring  man,  opprest, 

"Was  suffering  on  the  ground, 
While  in  one  priestly,  flinty  heart, 

No  pity  could  be  found. 

He  viewed  the  stranger  bleeding  there, 

But  wends  him  on  his  way. 
And  left  him  lonely,  fainting,  where 

To  thieves  he  fell  a  prey. 

He  found  him  at  the  point  to  die, 

A  Levite  in  his  pride, 
Who  casts  on  him  a  haughty  eye, 

Then  passed  the  other  side. 

Oh  !    Mercy,  pitying  angel,  send 

Some  token  of  thy  care, 
Some  heavenly  balm,  some  earthly  friend  — 

Yield  not  to  death  —  despair ! 

Lo  !   all  compassionate  and  kind, 

Samaria's  son  descends; 
He  seeks  no  plea —  excuse  to  find. 

But  lovingly  he  bends. 


96  mercy's  hour. 


He  pours  the  oil  in  charity, 

He  soothes  each  throbbing  wound, 
And  by  his  hand,  most  tenderly, 

The  bruises  they  are  bound. 

With  needful  wine  his  heart  he  cheers. 

He  bears  him  in  his  arms, 
With  holy,  heavenly  sympathy. 

Allays  his  wild  alarms. 

Now,  you  who  claim  to  love  the  Lord, 
And  neighbor,  for  his  sake, 

'Tis  written  in  His  holy  word. 
You  here  must  sample  take. 

To  every  form  of  human  woe. 
That's  found,  the  way  beside. 

Ye  must  the  hand  of  help  bestow, 
Though  by  the  world  denied. 

Though  passed  by  Priest  or  Pharisee, 

By  all  of  state  or  power, 
Ah !   what  is  this,  or  that,  to  thee, 

To  see  is  Mercy's  hour. 


ALMS-DEEDS.  97 


ALMS-DEEDS. 


"  7s  it  not  to  deal  thy  bread  to  the  hungry.'** 

Now  have  you  loaves,  or  have  you  none, 

How  many  loaves  have  ye  ? 
Have  you  but  one  —  one  smgie  one  — 

Or  have  you  two  or  three  ? 

Is  it  for  you  the  lot  to  share 

Of  those  who  ask  for  bread, 
And  make  the  scattered  crumbs  their  care. 

From  mammon's  table  shed. 

Fear  not,  the  Hand  that  clothes  the  grass, 

The  lilies  of  the  field, 
"Will  not  forget,  and  by  thee  pass, 

This  truth  he  hath  revealed, 

That  all  who  serve  and  trust  the  Lord, 

And  ask  for  "  daily  bread," 
In  sweet  obedience  to  his  word, 

They  shall  be  blest  and  fed. 

Are  you  of  those  who  never  knew 

Of  poverty's  dark  hour. 
Around  whom  wealth  and  plenty  strew 

A  golden,  lavish  shower  ? 

7 


98  SAFE  ANCHORAGE. 

Do  loaves  iu  rich  aban  dance  crown 
Your  lordly,  queenly  board  ? 

Let  sorrow's  child  ne'er  meet  thy  frown - 
They're  lent  you  by  the  Lord. 

That  God  who  claims  a  "  tythe"  of  thee, 

Compassion,  at  thy  door, 
Thy  soul  if  barr'd  to  charity, 

Must  be  forever  poor  ! 


SAFE    ANCHORAGE. 


They  that  trust  in  the  Lord  shall  be  as  Mount  Zion. 

You're  anchored  for  eternity, 

Ye  —  bless' d  and  favored  flock, 
No  storms  may  loose  thy  moorings. 

Thou  art  cabled  to  the  Rock ; 
Your  trust  the  waves  of  sorrow 

And  death,  in  vain  assail, 
Your  "  anchor  sure  and  steadfast," 

Is  cast  within  tlie  "  vail." 

Firm  as  the  lasting  mountain  — 

As  "  Zion's  holy  hill"  — 
Your  trust  built  on  his  mercy, 

All  you,  who  do  his  will, 


LANGUAGE   OF   SUBMISSION.  99 


Abiding  in  his  presence, 

Relying  on  his  care, 
Ye  fear  no  day  of  evil ; 

He  has  promised  to  prepare 

For  you  a  place  in  heaven  — 

Your  ever-gracious  Lord, 
And  bread  a  daily  portion, 

According  to  his  word  ; 
Confiding  in  his  power. 

And  living  in  his  love, 
Thou  hast  a  safe  Pavilion, 

And  thou  shalt  ne'er  remove. 


LANGUAGE  OF   SUBMISSION. 


"  Thy  will  be  done.'* 

I  N0V7  would  say  ''  Thy  will  be  done  1" 
TYith  every  thought  resigned,  — 

Help  me  through  faith  in  Christ  the  Son, 
This  blessed  way  to  find. 

I  know,  0,  God  !  if  I  would  see  — 
Approach  the  "  Tree  of  Life"  — 

Would  rest  beneath  its  shadow  free, 
'Tis  this  must  end  the  strife. 


100  SACRED   MEMORIES. 


The  waves  of  sin  and  unbelief, 

I  fear  their  dread  arioy,  — 
Dear  Father,  send  me  quick  rehef, 

And  help  me  now  to  say, 

"  Thy  will  be  done,"  thy  righteous  will. 

Most  holy,  just  and  pure  ; 
With  saving  grace  my  spirit  fill, 

And  seal  my  "  title"  sure. 

My  "  title"  to  that  heavenly  laud, 

Grant  I  may  see  it  clear. 
Led  safely  by  thy  gentle  hand, 

May  clouds  all  disappear. 

And  wilt  thou  banish  all  my  fears 
Thou  gracious  Three  in  One,  — 

I  would  forget  my  cause  for  tears, 
And  say  "  thy  will  be  done  1" 


SACRED  MFMOrjES. 


Tlierefore  will  I  rcv\emhcr  ihec  from  the  land  of  the  Herman' 
itcs,  from  the  hill  Mizar."' 

They  say  thy  hand  is  icy, 

I,  too,  have  called  it  cold, 
Forgive!  forgive,  sweet  memory  ! 

'Twas  said  at  random  —  bold. 


SACRED   MEMORIES.  101 

Thy  ever  active  rinp;ersj 

May  turn  a  chilly  page 
Of  thy  book,  all  richly  gilded, 

Our  sorrows  to  assuage. 

Thy  cheerful  hand,  most  willing, 

Unwearied  wafts  a  leaf 
Of  thy  volume,  stored  with  treasures, 

And  antidotes  to  grief. 

Oh !  precious,  precious  memories, 

Ye  are  a  golden  store, 
Though  here  and  there  a  cluster 

Of  dark  leaves  turning  o'er. 

But  they  are  only  serving 

To  make  the  stars  more  bright, 
And  round  the  brilliant  pictures, 

To  throw  a  softer  light. 

On  pages  clear  and  trulhril, 

What  records  we  behold, — 
They're  way-marks  in  the  wilderness, 

All  writ  with  burnislied  gold. 

'Tis  then  we  read  with  rapture, 

The  witness  of  that  hand 
That  cheered,  that  led,  that  guided, 

Thus  far  in  de>,ert  land. 


102  THE   FITNESS   OF  CHRIST. 

'Tis  written  on  tlij  tablet, 
What  time  can  ne'er  efface, 

Engraved  the  recollections, 
Of  all  abounding  grace. 

In  lines  most  clear  and  cheering, 
Ye  speak  this  truthful  word. 

In  vain  you  never  trusted 
Your  ever-failhful  Lord. 

Ye  say  it  is  not  always, 

The  darksome  surges  roll,-^— 

Oh  !  blessed,  sacred  memories, 
Ye  are  a  friendly  scroll. 


THE  fffNESS  OF  CHRIST. 


I  shall  be  satisificd  when  T  ivake  in  thy  likeness.'^ 

Christian,  art  thou  now  despondent. 
All  but  wreck'd,  and  Hope's  fair  sail 

Rent  by  winds,  now  ever  freighted 
With  the  damps  of  sorrows  vale. 

Thou  shalt  behold  liis  face  most  glorious. 
Thou  his  finished  robe  shall  wear,  — 

With  the  ransomed  tlirong  in  heaven 
Drink  at  springs  eternal  there. 


^  THE  BLIND   ONE'S   BELIEF.  103 

From  the  sacred  bed  arising  — 

Grave  that  Jesus  deign'd  to  share  — 

When  his  voice  the  dead  awakens, 
Thou  shalt  see  thy  Saviour  there. 

In  his  righteousness  adorned, 

Shall  his  presence  raptured  view ; 

There  thy  thirsty  soul  forever 
Share  that  river  ever  new. 

Then  at  love's  own  fount  unfailing 

Every  holy  want  supplied, 
Gaze  on  Christ,  the  Life,  forever, 

With  his  '*  likeness  satisfied." 

If  thou  art  his  true  disciple  — 
His  that  rose  no  more  to  die  — 

Naught  but  His  own  Spirit  Likeness, 
Can  thy  soul  e'er  satisfy. 


THE  BLIND  ONE'S  BELIEF. 


And  (hey  iold  him  that  Jesus  of  JVazareth  passed  by. 

A  WEARY,  lone  beggar, 

Sat  blind  by  the  way. 
With  sad  palm  extended. 

Poor  pittance  to  crave  ; 


104  THE   BLIND   ONE'S  BELIEF. 

The  free  light  of  heaven 
'Tis  vail'd.  its  glad  ray, 

For  him  the  bright  morning 
Is  dark  as  the  grave ! 

The  gaze  of  the  stranger 

That  leaves  him  unaided, 
Falls  cold  and  unheeded, 

And  smiles  are  ne'er  bland ; 
And  compassion's  warm  tears 

To  him  are  all  shaded, 
If  shed  not  to  cover 

That  sun-brown,  thin  hand. 

But  pitying  Heaven 

That  looks  on  the  anguish 
Of  sad,  and  of  sightless. 

The  children  of  grief, 
The  sick  and  the  wounded. 

And  lepers,  that  languish, 
Has  opened  a  fountain 

Of  perfect  relief. 

A  murmur  —  strange  voices 

Now  fall  on  the  ear ; 
Now  joyful  hosannas. 

Approaching  quite  nigh  ; — 
'T  is  a  token  of  mercy. 

The  blind  one  to  cheer, 
The  Nazarene  Jesus 

Is  now  passing  by. 


THE   BLIND   OxNE'S   BELIEF.  105 

"  Oh !  great  Son  of  David, 

Have  mercy  on  me  ! 
Thou  Son  of  the  Blessed, 

By  prophets  foretold; 
No  other  physician, 

Dear  Saviour,  but  Thee, 
Redeemer  or  Shepherd, 

My  faith  can  behold. '* 

From  whence  now  arises 

This  grateful,  loud  song, 
Thus  echoed  by  thousand, — 

Ten  thousand  glad  tongues  ; 
And  caught  by  the  mountains, 

And  wafted  along. 
By  whom  is  this  rapturous 

Melody  sung  ? 

*T  is  the  beggar  ; 

At  Jesus'  command  he  is  brought, 
His  darkness  and  sorrow 

Departs  at  His  word  ; 
He  "  believes,"  —  and  receiving 

The  gift  which  he  sought, 
Looks  now  on  the  face 

Of  his  sight-giving  Lord. 


103  FAITH  OF  EARLY  DISCIPLESHIP. 


FAITH  OF  KARLY  DISCIPLESHIP. 


And  prayer  xoas  made  without  ceasing,  to  God,  for  Him.'*'' 

'T  IS  midnight,  and  the  pris'ner  sleeps, 

Jerusalem  is  still, 
The  sentinel  his  vigil  keeps, 

Obedient  to  the  will 
Of  Herod,  sycophant  of  State, 

Capricious,  cruel,  vain ; 
Who,  def'rent  to  the  vile  —  the  great  — 

Hath  clasped  the  double  chain, 
And  bound  for  martyr  sacrifice. 

This  servant  of  the  Lord  ; 
A  Visitant  the  wall  defies  — 

A  Light  —  an  Arm  —  a  Word, — 
An  angel  form,  an  angel  hand, 

A  Voice  Divine  is  there ; 
It  yields,  the  tyrant's  mighty  band, — 

The  "  Christians"  are  at  prayer. 

'T  is  late  —  their  orison  they  hold  — 

A  brother  he  is  bound  I 
The  messenger  of  sacred  mould. 

The  inmost  cell  has  found  ! 
'T  is  luminous  with  rays  of  iicaven, 

The  bolts  and  bars  retire, — 


A    ^VALK   TO    EMMAUS.  107 

It  is  no  Morphean  vision  given, — 

"While  faith  is  sending  higher, 
Her  supplication  to  that  Ear 

"Which,  through  each  ■\vatch  of  night, 
It  deigns  the  ardent  prayer  to  hear. 

Till  hope  is  lost  in  sight. 

They're  waiting  at  the  Throne  of  Grace, 

The  rescued,  too,  is  there, 
And  grateful  anthems  find  the  place 

Of  ardent,  wrestling  prayer. 

Prison  and  bolt,  and  bar  and  chain, 

They  baffle  not  the  power 
Of  Him  that  left  the  immortal  plain. 

In  faith's  imploring  hour. 


A  WALK  TO  EiniAUS. 


Did  not  our  hearts  burn  within  us  ichile  he  talked  with  us  by 
the  way,  and  while  he  opened  to  us  the  Scriptures." 

To  Emmaus  their  lonely  way 

The  sorrowing  pursue,  — 
That  scene  of  death  on  Calvary 

Their  bleeding  hearts  review. 

Jesus,  their  dear  beloved, 

They  went,  and  He  was  gone, 
But  they  saw  not  there  the  Angels, 
Their  mission  done,  they'd  flown. 


108  A   WALK  TO   EMMAUS. 


Had  they,  like  weeping  Mary, 

Sought  earlier  the  tomb, 
They'd  hailed  their  glorious  Master, 

In  life's  immortal  bloom. 

O'erwhelmed,  with  grief  oppressed, 

All,  all  are  disbelieved ; 
How  can  they  know  He's  risen  ? 

They  fear  to  be  deceived. 

Our  ever  gracious  Master, 

If  he  was  yet  alive, 
Would  surely  come  and  bless  us. 

Our  blighted  hopes  revive. 

He  was  so  kind,  so  tender. 

So  ready  to  relieve 
All  that  were  sick  or  sorrowing, 

He'd  leave  us  not  to  grieve. 

He's  dead  !  and  Joseph  laid  him 
There  in  his  own  new  grave. 

Him  whom  we  loved  and  trusted 
Had  come  to  reign  and  save. 

A  stranger  joins  the  mourners, 

And  tenderly  inquires, 
"  Whence,  sirs,  these  sad  communings, 

That  such  deep  grief  inspires  ? " 


A   WALK   TO    EMMAUS.  109 

Oh  !  art  thou  but  a  stranger, 

Or  hast  thou  not  yet  known  ? 
Our  hearts  are  filled  with  anguish, 

Our  faith  is  overthrown  ! 

Jesus,  a  mighty  prophet, 

Jesus,  the  Nazarene, 
Such  holy  deeds  and  miracles, 

Sure  ne'er  before  were  seen. 

Thou  art,  indeed,  a  stranger. 
Or  must  have  heard  His  words. 

Such  powerful  acts  and  wonders, 
They  must  be  of  the  Lord. 

The  holy  God  of  Israel 

Gave  witness  to  his  power, 
He  healed  the  sick,  the  fainting, 

At  death's  triumphant  hour. 

But  the  high  priests  and  rulers 
Have  condemned  and  crucified 

This  righteous,  mighty  Prophet, 
To  truth  and  Heaven  allied. 

We  trusted.  Oh,  we  trusted 

In  his  redeeming  power, 
"We  trusted  God  had  sent  him, 

And  hailed  the  welcome  hour. 


110  A   WALK   TO   EMMAUS. 

They  say  that  he  is  risen 
Triumphant  from  the  dead ; 

But  then  we  should  have  seen  him, 
Our  hearts  afresh  have  bled. 

"  Oh,  slow  of  heart,  and  faithless, 
How  can  ye  disbelieve, 

What  long  have  prophets  spoken , 
Is  what  ye  now  receive. 

"  Your  shepherd  now  is  smitten, 
The  flock  with  grief  and  fear 

Are  scattered  on  the  mountains 
Of  sorrow  and  despair. 

"  Fear  not,  but  trust  His  promises, 
Remember  what  He  said  ; 

He  was  the  Christ  from  Heaven, 
The  Lord,  the  Living  Head. 

*'  You  know  that  it  is  written, 
The  Lamb,  the  sacrifice, 

That  princes,  kings,  and  rulers 
Would  mock,  deride,  despise. 

"  'Tis  thus  the  Master  told  you 
That  he  should  be  betrayed, 

Should  be  baptized  with  sorrow, 
Should  in  the  grave  be  laid. 


A   WALK   TO    EMMAUS.  Ill 

"  That  God  his  Son  would  glorify 

In  his  appointed  hour, 
And  death  and  sin  be  vanquished 

By  his  resu  rrection  power." 

Then,  from  the  Holy  Scriptures, 
The  stranger,  heavenly,  kind, 

From  my5^tic  types  and  sliadows 
The  prototype  defined. 

From  Moses  and  the  prophets 

And  psalms  of  holy  word, 
Proved  this  despised  Nazarene 

Is  Christ,  the  glorious  Lord. 

And  the  Eternal  Spirit 

Applied  and  sealed  the  same, 
And  the  fires  of  holy  rapture 

Their  hearts  and  souls  inflame. 

Oh,  this  precious  friend  and  stranger ! 

He  must  with  them  remain. 
To  listen  to  his  teaching 

Is  heavenly,  heavenly  gain. 

He  is  their  guest,  mysterious, 
He  blest,  he  brake  the  bread ; 

'Tis  Jesus  from  the  sepulchre, 
Almighty  from  the  dead. 


112  A   WALK  TO   EMMAUS. 

The  Lord  liath  truly  risen, 
And  hast  to  them  appeared ; 

The  vail  is  rent  and  riven, 
Now  and  ever  be  revered, 

The  ever  blessed  Trinity, 
The  Eternal  Three  in  One, 

The  fulness  of  the  Godhead, 
Was  embodied  in  the  Son. 

Now,  if  by  faith  we're  risen. 
With  Christ  that  reigns  above, 

We'll  seek  those  things  pertaining 
To  the  kingdom  of  His  lo7e. 


APPENDIX. 


The  writer  of  this  little  volume  proposes,  should  this  be 
favorably  received  by  the  Christian  public,  to  publish  a  work 
under  the  title  of  "  The  Plant  of  Paradise,"  being  a  poem  of 
over  five  hundred  stanzas,  on  a  subject  which  should  be 
dear  to  the  heart  of  every  Christian  —  the  Sabbath,  with  its 
innumerable  blessings  and  benefits. 

The  author,  in  preparing  this  poem,  has  endeavored  to 
trace  the  hallowed  associations  of  God's  Holy  Day,  through 
Old  and  New  Testament  times,  from  its  earliest  institution, 
with  a  view  to  their  application  to  nominally  Christian 
America. 

The  inspired  Word  furnishes  many  beautiful  illustra- 
tions of  the  sacredness  of  that  Day  on  which  the  Cre- 
ator rested  from  his  labors,  and  of  the  reverence  and  awe 
with  which  it  was  observed  in  early  times ;  while  the  com- 
mand, "  Remember  the  Sabbath  Day,  to  keep  it  holy,"  com- 
ing direct  from  the  Father  himself,  and  transmitted  to  us 
through  the  teachings  of  the  Son,  goes  direct  to  the  heart 
open  to  the  reception  of  Gospel  truth.  The  importance  with 
which  our  Heavenly  Father  has  invested  the  Sabbath  Day, 
its  sacred  injunctions — its  hallowed  duties — its  elevating 
tendencres,  when  strictly  observed  —  its  sanctifying  influ- 
ence on  the  heart  and  mind,  — its  soul-subduing  and  heart- 
inspirii.g  associations,  have  commanded  the  reverence  of  the 
wisest  and  best  of  all  time  ;  while  every  heart,  whether  beat- 
ing in  the  bosom  of  Prince  or  Peasant,  have  felt  the  sooth- 
ing influence  of  the  Day  wliich  brings  us  all  nearer  to  the 
presence  of  Him  who  ordained  that  it  should  be  His  day  — 
a  day  of  rest  from  all  worldly  cares  and  employments  —  of 
outpouring  of  the  spirit,  and  a  lifting  up  of  the  heart  and 
voice  in  prayer  and  praise  to  Him  by  whom  we  live  and 
have  our  being,  —  the  King  of  kings,  the  High  and  Holy 
God. 

The  following  are  the  Introductory  Stanzas  to  "  The  Plant 
of  Paradise,"  and  are  inserted  in  this  volume^  as.  an  an- 
nouncement, or  Prefatory  Chapter,  to  the  forthcoming  poem. 


THE    PLANT   OF    PAHADISE, 


Though  things  of  beauty  perish, 

Though  cherished   flowers  decay, 
And  death,  with  brow  relentless. 

Frowns  on  the  bright,  the  gay, 
One  never  barren  evergreen, 

Stranger  to  frost  or  death, 
Lives  on  among  the  ruin. 

But  heaven  must  name  its  worth. 

The  Sabbath  —  Plant  of  Paradise, 

Blessed,  sanctified  and  known. 
The  constellated  Orient, 

That  on  creation  shown. 
Whose  holy  emanations 

Of  consecrated  light. 
Tell  of  the  jaspers,  amethysts. 

Heaven's  precious  sapphires  bright. 

Gift  not,  nor  loan,  or  tribute, 

Of  ocean-bed  or  stream, 
A  diamond  from  that  casket 

Where  rays  of  life  they  beam, 
Set  round  with  Love  and  Mercy, 

With  everlasting  Grace,  — 
'Tis  what  the  ruthless  spoiler 

Presumes  not  to  deface. 


APPENDIX.  115 


Peace  holds  her  quiet  banquet 

Within  its  glorious  reign,  — 
Deals  there  the  saving  balsam 

For  grief,  despair  or  pain  ; 
Reclining  in  its  shadow. 

The  way-worn  find  repose, 
Fed  by  the  sacred  manna 

Each  bending  bough  bestows. 

Though  grafted  on  low  soil. 

No  stinted  fruit  it  bears, 
'Tis  rich  in  ripened  clusters — 

Fresh  in  the  bloom  it  wears  ; 
Kindred  to  such  as  gladden 

The  ransomed,  they  who  greet 
The  balmy  leaves  for  healing. 

Around  the  mercy  seat. 

When  wintry  storms,  fierce,  wrathful, 

Determined  in  their  might. 
Array  their  threat'ning  forces 

Its  wondrous  growth  to  blight. 
They  find  their  warring  weapons 

Of  insufficient  mould. 
Time  shall  not  boast  the  sickle 

That  sweeps  this  crescent  bold. 

Nations  in  pride  have  trampled 
The  gardens  which  it  blessed  ; 

And  dashed  the  proffered  nectar  — 
The  dripping  bowl  it  pressed  ; 


116  APPENDIX. 


But  still  more  sweet  the  waters 

Its  prelibations  give, 
Than  springs  of  famed  Elysian  — 

For  all  who  share  shall  live. 

Allied  to  that  pure  life-stream, 

Poured  from  the  clefted  Rock, 
That  in  its  own  meand'ring 

Pursued  a  thirsty  flock  — 
When,  led  by  fiery  pillar, 

The  desert  waste  was  trod 
By  Israel,  favored  fugitive. 

From  dire  oppression's  rod. 

Of  showers,  from  clouds  exhaled. 

It  craveth  not  supply,  — 
Its  root  shall  never  languish, 

It  cannot  droop  or  die  ; 
Life,  light,  and  immortality. 

In  heaven  they  shall  be  known, 
To  hail  its  perfect  blooming. 

By  the  eternal  throne. 

There,  wreathed  with  glorious  blossoms. 

With  such  as  never  fade. 
Such  flowers  as  angel  spirits. 

Enraptured,  bring  and  braid, 
For  heirs  of  that  salvation  — 

Of  which  they   harp  —  they  sing  — 
While  ministering  in  mercy. 

Of  the  unfailing  spring. 


APPENDIX.  117 


Sprinkling  their  unctious  anodynes 

Around  this  holy  tree, 
They  spread  their  favoring  pinions, 

While  the  Divinity 
Commissions,  as  a  guardian, 

For  every  child  of  Grace, 
One  from  the  Father's  presence. 

Such  as  behold  his  face. 

Its  teachings  are  of  heaven  — 

The  truthful  lines  we  trace  — 
The  hand  must  claim  supremacy, 

That  would  assign  it  place,  — 
Would  class  below  the  order 

Of  sin  untarnished  flowers. 
This  one,  that  God  hath  planted, 

Himself,  and  owned  its  bowers. 

And  hallowed  by  his  presence. 

When  life,  and  light,  and  earth, 
Called  not  for  the  omniscient. 

To  give  them  place  or  birth  ; 
When  wisdom's  well-set  lineaments 

In  myriad  forms,  design. 
Asked  the  Creator's  eulogy, 

To  speak  her  work  divine. 

Its  leaf,  first  bright  that  proffered, 

Its  dear  devoted  shade. 
Saw  not  the  worn  and  weary  — 

Saw  not  of  Angel  grade,  — 


118  APPENDIX. 


But  at  the  early  rising, 

Of  its  pellucid  hour, 
Beheld  the  Lord,  Omnipotent, 

Suspend  creative  power. 

Made  sacred  as  the  arbors. 

Where  bards  of  heaven  they  find 
New  theme  for  song,  for  melody, 

While  their  attendants  bind 
Or  mix'd  with  their  ambrosia. 

What  first  was  gathered  there. 
By  zephyrous  spirits  waiting. 

The  spicery  to  bear. 

Exuberant  —  mellifluous  — 

That  from  its  chalice  rise. 
Attracted  by  affinity. 

To  join  its  native  skies, 
To  float  on  lucid  atmosphere 

Round  heavenly  hills,  and  wear 
The  meed,  its  due  awarded. 

Of  praise,  no  minor  share. 

The  heavenly  plant,  well  watered, 

From  that  river,  crystal  clear. 
That  hath  its  holy  fountain 

The  eternal  throne  so  near, 
Found  the  created  Eden 

Congenial  to  its  rise. 
Given  for  a  shade,  a  tower, 

To  emulate  the  skies. 


APPENDIX.  119 


The  germ  was  angcl-guarded  — 

'Twas  nurtured  by  the  Lord  — 
Where  every  form  of  beauty 

Infinity  had  stored ; 
While  wisdom  from  the  portals 

Of  her  divine  abode, 
With  smile  most  bland,  delighted, 

A  look  of  joy  bestowed. 

"  Rejoicing  "  still  "  before  him," 

Great  Architect  of  Earth, 
As  when  He  built  the  heavens. 

She  glory's   in  its  worth. 
As  down  the  length'ning  vista 

Of  time's  revolving  years. 
This  holy  Plant  of  heaven 

In  honor  still  appears. 

She  sees  its  vines  fructitious. 

Their  tendrils  wide  expand. 
To  clasp  each  habitation. 

And  reach  to  every  land  ; 
With  foliage,  bud,  and  flower, 

And  fruit  of  mighty  growth. 
It  freights  the  moral  atmosphere 

With  balm  of  peace  and  truth. 

She  chose  it  then  to  flourish, 

In  most  exalted  place. 
Beside  her  own  built  temple. 

The  fabric  walled  by  grace, 


120  APPENDIX, 


To  rise  with  em'rald  foliage, 

Adorning  well  the  dome 
Of  her  building  of  "  hewn  pillars," 

Where  she  beckoneth  all  to  come. 

Who,  by  her  voice  attracted, 

Forsakes  the  fearful  road, 
Her  faithful  hand  most  gently 

Leads  to  her  safe  abode,  — 
Where  the  light  of  life,  full  beaming, 

With  spirit-stirring  rays, 
Is  ever  more  reflected 

By  this  beacon  that  we  praise. 

Wisdom  a  board  of  riches 

Beneath  its  boughs  hath  spread  — 
A  feast,  whore  love's  propitious. 

Full  hand,  supplies  the  bread, 
And  draughts  from  kindred  clusters, 

For  banquet,  too,  are  given 
Within  the  shade  —  the  shadow  — 

Of  this  Sabbath —  Plant  of  heaven, 

Its  centripetal  virtues, 

Attracteth  every  flower, 
That  loads  the  spicy  zephyrs 

Of  her  immortal  bower ; 
They  lend  their  varied  incense  — 

They  yield  the  palm  of  praise  — 
Unite  with  earth  and  heaven, 

To  crown  it  Queen  of  Days. 


APPENDIX.  121 


It  claimed  precedent  honors 

From  all  the  sister  throng, 
That  filled  the  walks  of  Eden 

With  fragrance  or  with  song  ;  — 
Ye  may  fade,  ye  plants  of  beauty, 

Ye  may  die,  melodious  lays, 
But  its  bloom  is  not  diurnal. 

This  regent,  pearl  of  days. 

Heaven's  myriad  hosts  adoring, 

Her  mighty  banner  hailed. 
Ordained,  if  sin  and  evil 

Her  reign  of  peace  assailed. 
She  sway  d,  by  none  disputed, 

The  sceptre,  early  given,, 
She  waved  around  creation, 

The  banneret  of  heaven  ;  — 

Firm  planted  on  this  bulwark, 

A  "  flaming  scroll "  shall  tell 
Of  grace,  of  love,  of  mercy. 

When  man  has  dared  reibel, 
Shall  call  him  from  his  exile, 

The  fallen  child  of  earth. 
To  fresh,  besprinkled  altar. 

To  new,  immortal  birth. 

To  robe  with  life  —  with  righteousness 
The  sorrowing  soul  to  lave, 

In  sacred  fount  regenerate. 
'Tis  wisdom's  plan  to  save, 


122  APPENDIX. 


As  from  her  highest  orchestra, 

Admiring  legions  gaze, 
And  glory  in  the  plenitude 

Of  love's  dissolving  rajs. 

Coeval  with  the  agency 

Of  her  that  rules  the  night. 
Mild  Luna,  eve's  fair  Priestess, 

"Whose  mellow,  music  light 
Inspire th  thrilling  sympathies, 

Exalted  with  the  train, 
The  sparkling,  distant  spheres. 

That  stud  the  azure  plain. 

Surcharged  by  draughts  ecstatic 

The  spirit  fain  would  free. 
Her  fettered  powers  now  earthy. 

And  breathe  new  praise  to  thee, 
Great  Author  of  this  amplitude, 

These  brilliant  fends  that  speak 
Thy  hand,  in  silent  grandeur. 

Though  mortal  notes  are  weak. 

When  she  fades  with  all  her  sisterhood. 

When  God's  own  hand  shall  roll 
The  sun  with  his  attracted. 

Together  as  a  scroll. 
Then  this  Sabbath  light  of  Eden 

Shall  rise  above  the  gloom 
That  wraps  in  night,  in  silence. 

Creation's  sightless  tomb. 


APPENDIX.  123 


New  fields,  heaven-wide,  immortal, 

Will  give  eternal  room 
For  this  tree  of  native  culture, 

To  spread  in  perfect  bloom, 
While  the  eternal  arches 

Echo  the  strain  that's  borne 
From  harps  of  the  regenerate. 

That  in  its  bowers  were  born. 

This  pearl  of  pearls,  the  Sabbath, 

Boast  not  of  earthly  mine. 
Was  given  from  heaven's  bright  cabinet 

Of  precious  things  divine. 
Ambry  of  grace  !  most  worthy 

That  hand  to  claim  our  praise, 
That  round  our  darkened  spirit 

Sheds  its  empyrial  rays. 

With  gift  of  immortality, 

Of  peace,  of  hope,  of  light, 
Of  truth,  of  love,  with  promise, 

In  Book  of  Life  to  write 
The  name  of  all  who  fear  him. 

Obey  his  will,  his  voice. 
And  make  this  heaven-set  radiant 

With  its  sanative,  their  choice. 


A  calcedonious  brilliant. 
It  lit  young  Eden's  bower 

Before  the  subtle  tempter 
Had  tried  his  fatal  power 


124  APPENDIX. 


In  that  bright,  joyous  alcove 

Anterior  to  care  ;  — 
Thy  priceless  gifts  thou  sanctified, 

Were  found  profusely  there. 

Eest  from  created  joys, 

Delights  of  sinless  earth, 
To  feast  the  soul,  unsated. 

With  fruits  of  higher  birth, 
Called,  as  by  angel  whispers, 

From  loved,  untiring  care, 
To  hold  more  close  communion 

With  the  Creator  there. 

Who  from  his  work  unwearied 

Of  power  creative,  blessed, 
Well  pleased  with  his  own  fashioning, 

Paused  and  proclaimed  a  rest. 
To  set  the  stamp  indellible, 

The  signet  of  that  hand, 
That  stored  with  life  and  beauty 

The  air,  the  sea,  the  land. 

To  write,  in  lasting  impress. 

Thus  his  own  high  behest, 
Confirm  it,  heaven-like,  God-like, 

To  hold  a  Sabbath  rest :  — 
Then  give  to  him  the  evening, 

To  him  the  morning  houiy 
Of  this  bequest  of  mercy, 

Season  of  gracious  showers. 


APPENDIX.  125 


From  "  windows,''  courts  etherial, 

Of  choicest  favors  bland, 
Full  cup  of  spirit  blessedness, 

And  heaven's  admiring  band, 
Smiles  on  the  blissful  bower 

Of  love,  that  arbor  fair, 
Where  the  likeness  of  Jehovah, 

Enrapt  a  new-made  pair. 

Earth  weeps  that  e'er  the  enemy 

Approached  its  lovely  shade, 
Where  naught  but  notes  of  melody, 

The  ravished  winds  pervade. 
And  every  breeze  is  freighted, 

With  life,  with  sacred  dew. 
Where  all  that  meets  the  vision 

Is  holy,  rapturous,  new. 

No  veil  of  sin  or  sorrow, 

To  curtain  that  sweet  bower, 
No  breath  of  fear  or  sadness, 

No  wave  of  passion's  power. 
But  one  unbroken  halo, 

Of  blessedness  entire  ; 
It  crowns  with  God's  own  fulness 

The  springing,  fresh  desire. 

Foundation  —  corner  —  key-stone  — 

The  centre  of  that  bow. 
The  arch  of  heavenly  promises, 

Which  earthly  blessings  strow  ; 


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And  towering  high,  unrivalled, 
It  spans  the  pilgrim  road, 

To  the  final  "  consummation," 
This  Sabbath  of  our  God. 

'Twas  first  in  earth's  loved  Paradise, 

Expanding  petals  shown. 
From  this  heaven-sheltered  Saviw^, 

That  now  we  call  our  own. 
Great  aromant  of  mercy, 

Scenting  to  peaceful  skies  ; 
The  way,  with  hope,  with  promise, 

Of  that  life  which  never  dies. 

Its  odor,  still  exhaling. 

Shall  glad  the  weary  way, — 
This  never  wasting  nectarine. 

Impervious  of  decay. 
Plucked  from  the  fearful  blighting. 

When  sin  and  death  had  found 
Room  for  their  awful  footsteps. 

On  this  once  holy  ground. 

Replete  with  moUient  ofi'erings, 

'Twas  nursed  with  heavenly  dew. 
Watched,  guarded,  ever  cherished, 

And  precious  in  the  view 
Of  Him,  the  great  "  Omega," 

The  "  Alpha,"  Saviour,  Friend, 
Who  claims  its  sacred  honors 

Where  rest  and  mercy  blend. 


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Its  fruit  shall  grow  and  ripen, 

Till  every  barren  Isle 
Is  feasted  with  its  flavor, 

And  heathen  deserts  smile. 
Reflecting  long  its  splendor, 

The  ever  beaming  light, 
Shed  from  this  orb  of  glory, 

Star  of  creation  bright. 

Turning  from  toils  —  from  pleasures. 

From  labor  and  from  ill, 
We  share  its  rest,  its  favors. 

Designed  of  God,  to  fill 
The  soul  with  food  refreshing. 

Renewing,  saving  grace, 
It  gives  to  faith  a  foresight 

Of  the  most  holy  place. 


CONTENTS 

PAGE 

PAGE, 

Introduction,      -        -        - 

3 

I  Would  be  Wholly  Thine,  - 

56 

The  Spirit  Birth,     - 

7 

The  Full  Assurance  of  Faith, 

57 

Heavenly  Pity,   -        -        - 

8 

Blessed  are  the  Peace-Ma- 

" Thy    Sins    are    Forgiven 

kers,        -        -        -        _ 

58 

Thee,"      -        -        - 

9 

The  Home  of  the  Spirit,.  - 

59 

Who  is  This?       -        -        - 

10 

Remember  the  Poor,  - 

60 

♦' It  is  I,  be  not  Afraid," 

11 

Jesus  Wept,     - 

62 

"What  Think  Yeof  Christ?" 

12 

Poverty  of  Spirit, 

63 

*'  Take  up  thy  Cross    and 

Language  of  Trust, 

65 

follow  Me," 

13 

Spirit  of  Submission,  - 

66 

A  Thirst  for  Righteousness, 

14 

Behold  the  Lamb  of  God, 

67 

Learn  of  Me,  -        -        - 

15 

Give  Thanks,       - 

69 

To  Whom  shall  we  Go, 

16 

Ye  are    the    Light  of  the 

The  Spirit  of  Forgiveness, 

18 

World,-       -        -        - 

70 

Christ  the  Resurrection,  - 

20 

Persecution,     -        -        - 

71 

The  Perfect  Gift, 

21 

Herein  is  My  Father  Glori- 

And They  Forsook  All  and 

fied,  -        -        -        - 

72 

Followed  Him,  - 

22 

The  Great  Physician,  - 

73 

Union  with  Christ, 

23 

Christian  Sympathy, 

75 

Sanctification  of  the  Spirit, 

24 

Give  Heed  to  the  Word,      - 

76 

Fruits  of  Riirhteousness, 

25 

Watch  and  Pray,     -        - 

77 

The  Bread  of  Life,      - 

20 

Cast  Thy   Bread  upon  the 

Come  to  the  Altar,  - 

28' 

Waters,     - 

78 

The  Pure  in  Heart,     - 

29 

The    All -Sufficient    Right- 

Chaste Conversation, 

30 

eousness,  -        -        - 

80 

Fruits  of  the  Spirit,   - 

31 

Walks  of  Holiness.      -        - 

81 

Triumph  of  Faith,  - 

32 

The  New  Commandment, 

85 

The  Pavilion  of  Grace, 

33 

Ajjostolic  Charity, 

86 

Light  and  Joy, 

34 

The  Pure  in  Heart,     - 

88 

Christian  Affinity, 

35 

The  Forgiving  Spirit, 

89 

The  Key  of  the  Garner,  - 

36 

A  Bethel,    -        -        -        - 

90 

Lovest  Thou  Me, 

38 

Faith,  Hope  and  Charity,    - 

91 

The  Spirit  of  Promise,    - 

39 

The  Shadow  in  the  Weary 

Undivided  Praise, 

40 

Land,            _        _        _ 

94 

The  Well  of  Life,    -       - 

41 

Mercy's  Hour, 

95 

The  Plenteous  Redemption, 

43 

Aims-Deeds, 

97 

Spirit  of  Missions,  - 

44 

Safe  Anchorage, 

98 

God  and  Mammon,    - 

45 

Language  of  Submission, 

99 

Gather  up  the  Fragments, 

46 

Sacred  Memories, 
The  Jifcess  of  Christ, 

100 

The  Last  Supper, 

47 

102 

Love  to  the  Redeemer,     - 

49 

The  Blind  One's  Belief, 

103 

They  Walk  by  Faith,  - 

51 

Faith  of  Early  Discipleship, 

106 

Wilt  Thou  be  Healed,      - 

52 

A  Walk  to  Emmaus,  - 

107 

A  Draught  from  the  Foun- 

tain,-       _        -        - 

53 

Appendix, 

113 

